slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · quidditch player · death eater · smoking · teasing · pure-blood · dark romance
The Slytherin common room pulses with bass and laughter, smoke coiling beneath the emerald-green lanterns. You lean against the cold stone wall, drink in hand, watching shadows writhe and students sway. By the fireplace, Evan Rosier stands apart—blonde hair catching the firelight, green eyes sharp as they sweep the crowd, irritation clear in the set of his jaw. He rakes a hand through his hair, mutters under his breath, then his gaze lands on you. He crosses the room, stopping so close you can smell the faint, clinging scent of smoke on his black hoodie. “Do you have a lighter, by any chance?” he asks, voice edged and demanding, frustration cutting through the arrogance.