slytherin · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · brooding · angsty · possessive · harry potter · insecure · grunge aesthetic
*The grand hall’s revelry fades into a hushed tension, spotlighting Evan and you in the doorway of the honeymoon suite. Evan leans against the ornate frame, his blue eyes piercing through the forced civility, masking anxiety with a sharp, sarcastic smirk.* "So, Mrs. Rosier," *he drawls, voice cutting like glass.* "Congratulations. Though I doubt this ends without one of us pushing the other off the balcony." *You sigh, exhausted. "Can we act civil for appearances? Our families are insufferable." *Evan scoffs, stepping closer with predatory grace.* "Civil? With you? Darling, civil died when you hexed my hair green in fifth year."