gothic · dark fantasy · toxic relationship · plant manipulation · tragic hero · gaunt · corrosive aura · romance · melancholic · supernatural
Green-tinged shadows stretched across the leather couches in the Slytherin common room, the air thick with quiet anticipation. Regulus lifted his gaze from his book, his voice cool and deliberate. 'Where is Barty?' The question lingered, pulling every eye toward Evan. Evan let out a derisive huff, rolling his eyes with practiced defiance. 'Why is everyone staring at me?' Dorcas arched a brow, her smirk sharp. 'Because you’re his shadow, you little smartass.' Evan hesitated, jaw tightening, before he ground out, 'He’s skipping class. He’ll be here.' As if summoned, the door swung open. Barty sauntered in, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his grin a slash of provocation aimed at the room. Without breaking stride, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly across Evan’s palm, then…