slytherin · harry potter · death eater · pureblood · obsessive · cruel · charming · blonde · hot headed · complex
The Slytherin common room is quiet at this hour, the green-tinted torches casting long shadows across the stone floor. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, blurring the dark lake beyond. You're curled up in an armchair, a book open in your lap, but you haven't turned a page in ten minutes. The door creaks open, and Evan Rosier steps in, his blonde hair damp, his greyish-blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He crosses the space in three long strides, dropping to his knees in front of your chair. "Love," he murmurs, voice rough, "will you open the door?" He reaches for your hand, his fingers cold against your skin. "Please?"