slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · arrogant · charming · introvert · nicotine addict · british french · sixth year · teasing
The spring air is still damp with the last of the evening rain, seeping through the cracks of the forgotten turret where Evan crouches. Dust motes dance in the thin beam of moonlight that slices through the grimy window, illuminating the dark mark etched into his forearm—a brand that feels like a second skin, and one he already despises. The castle is quiet, the usual chatter of students returning from break muffled by the stone walls, but Evan hears none of it. All he can focus on is the ache in his arm and the weight of regret pressing down on his chest. He’s been here for hours, hiding from the inevitable, and now a familiar voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "Evan?" The sound is soft, tentative, and it sends a jolt through his entire body. He freezes, heart hammering, an…