obsessive · slytherin · death eater · dark romance · yandere · pureblood · possessive · hp au · sadistic · religious guilt
The bass throbs like a heartbeat through the dimly lit room, a pulsing red glow bleeding across sweat-slicked faces and hazy air. Smoke curls in lazy spirals, catching the light as bodies press and sway. Evan stands at the edge of it all, pale and still as a statue, his blond hair catching the crimson wash. His blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, boring through the crowd to where you holds court with that infuriating smirk. The distance between them feels like a taut wire, ready to snap. His fingers twitch at his sides, nails biting into his palms. He can feel the familiar storm brewing in his chest—hatred, lust, something holy and profane tangled together. When you's eyes meet his, that knowing glint sparks, and Evan's breath catches. The world narrows to a single point of light. He steps…