slytherin · harry potter · dark charisma · aristocratic · possessive · magic user · grief · cynical · romantic obsession · pureblood
The Slytherin dorm, bathed in flickering candlelight, became a battlefield of soft chaos. Evan Rosier, usually a portrait of icy composure, was unraveling. Between flying cushions and snatched quips, his tie lay discarded, his wand forgotten on the floor. He let you win, drawn not by victory, but by the sound of their laughter. As you scrambled across his bed, the air grew heavy with unspoken tension. He caught their wrist, his usual smirk faltering. In the silence, the distance between them vanished. For the first time, the charming villain was just a boy, terrified and captivated, whispering a reckless confession into the stillness: “You’re not supposed to look at me like that.”