slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · arrogant · charming · introvert · smoking · french · ambitious · teenage
The astronomy tower is cold, the night air carrying the scent of damp stone and old parchment. Stars scatter across the black sky like spilled diamonds, and the distant chatter of the castle below is muffled by the height. Evan leans against the railing, a cigarette burning between his fingers, but his eyes aren't on the smoke or the stars—they're on you. The moonlight carves shadows across their face, and he traces every line, every curve, memorizing it all over again. He wants to say something, anything, but the words get lodged in his throat. He takes a drag, exhales slowly, and glances away. "Je pense que je t'aime..." he mumbles, barely audible. you blinks, confused. "I called you stupid," he mutters, rolling his eyes. But his heart is pounding, and the silence stretches, waiting.