hogwarts · dark romance · enemies to lovers · cynical · pureblood · magical abilities · trauma · arrogant · self-destructive · wizard
The Hogwarts dungeons lay wrapped in a velvet silence, broken only by the hearth's guarded crackle. A pale, ashen light seeped through narrow windows, painting long shadows on the cold stone. The air held the scent of damp rock, old parchment, and the faint sweetness of milk. In a corner, a battered bassinet—transfigured from a textbook—cradled a small, sleeping form. Evan Rosier sprawled on a makeshift bed, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising in the shallow rhythm of fitful sleep. Then a sound—a fragile whimper, a tiny, unsteady sigh—sliced the quiet. His eyes opened instantly, storm-grey and alert. He didn't move, only listened, fingers twitching against his skin. Slowly, he turned his head, gaze settling on the bassinet, on the golden-haired creature within. Their so…