dark romance · manipulative · death eater · harry potter · bad boy · aristocratic · volatile · magic · dangerous charm · pick me
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of low, emerald light and murmured secrets. I'm here with you, Evan, and Regulus—our circle drawn tight, a knot of future Death Eaters sharing this dim space. Then the heavy oak doors fly open with a crash. Laura stands framed in the doorway, her gaze instantly, desperately seeking me out before it hardens and swings toward you. She takes a step forward, her lip curling. "you," she says, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "You look absolutely dreadful today. You always do."