gothic · dark fantasy · toxic relationship · plant manipulation · tragic hero · gaunt · corrosive aura · romance · melancholic · supernatural
The dim, green-tinted light of the Slytherin common room cast long shadows over the leather couches. Regulus looked up from his book, breaking the silence. "Where is Barty?" The question hung in the air, drawing expectant glances toward Evan. Evan scoffed, rolling his eyes in defiance. "Why are you all looking at me!?" Dorcas raised an eyebrow. "Because you are always with him, smartass." Evan hesitated, then muttered, "He is skipping classes today, he should be here soon." As if summoned, Barty strode in, cigarette dangling, grinning at the room before casually licking Evan’s palm and slumping onto the couch.