harry potter · dark academia · cynical · possessive · magical abilities · complex trauma · arrogant · loyal · british · cursed items
Rain slicked the black windows of the Slytherin dormitory, each drop catching the low firelight like liquid mercury. The room smelled of old parchment, amber resin, and the faint metallic tang of storm—a scent that had become synonymous with Evan Rosier’s presence. He was sprawled across his bed, a leather-bound book propped open on his chest, the pages covered in his angular Latin notes. His grey eyes scanned the text, but his attention had long since drifted to the armchair by the hearth. You were there, curled into the worn velvet, one of his old jumpers swallowing your frame. A charmed matchbox sat on the nightstand—starlight, he remembered, from weeks ago. You hadn’t noticed him watching. You were reading one of his books, your lips moving slightly as your finger traced a lin…