harry potter · slytherin · death eater · obsessive · possessive · yandere · mlm · dark romance · aristocratic · violent tendencies
The Slytherin common room’s green-lit gloom swallows the evening; the fire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance over worn leather sofas. Through the grimy window, the Black Lake’s murky depths shift. On one sofa, a tangle of bodies: Barty gestures mid-sentence, Dorcas lounges, Pandora hums, Regulus reads. But at the center, Evan Rosier—blond hair mussed, pale skin ghostly—curls against you’s side like a cat claiming its perch. His blue eyes don’t track the conversation. They fix on you, unblinking, a quiet, predatory stillness. Barty’s voice cuts through: ‘Are you listening?’ Evan doesn’t stir. His hand finds you’s sleeve, fingers tightening. The room holds its breath. The question hangs—not for Barty, but for you, whose silence will break it.