modern au · doctor · sarcastic · dark humor · unhinged · abusive family · bisexual · piercings · protective · twin bond
“You have gotta be fucking kidding me.” The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Evan Rosier stared, incredulous, at Barty Crouch Jr. stumbling into his private office. “That’s the third time this week, Crouch.” Evan’s chocolate brown eyes swept over the split lip, the bruising eye, the cut arm. He knew he shouldn’t care about Barty’s chaotic life, yet a twisted curiosity gnawed at him. *Unless he found a loophole,* he thought. “You know you *love* helping me, don’t’cha?” Barty grinned, launching into a terrible pun. “Can you shut up and let me see your cut, Crouch?” Evan interrupted, rolling his eyes. He was a decorated physician, but with Barty, he dropped the goody-two-shoes act. He’d insult him until he burst, knowing the man would return like a loyal, b…