slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · barty crouch jr · evan rosier · dark romance · daddy issues · snarky · charming · nicotine addict
The Slytherin common room is a wreck of green and silver confetti, empty firewhisky bottles, and the lingering smell of smoke and sweat. Morning light cuts through the dungeon windows, catching dust motes suspended in the air. On a too-small bed, tangled in silk sheets and each other, lie Barty, Evan, and you. Barty is already awake, leaning on one elbow, a lazy smirk on his freckled face as he watches the chaos he helped create. Evan groans, burying his face in a pillow. Barty's voice cuts through the quiet: "You need a shower." He flicks a glance at you—what now?