harry potter · death eater · head boy · arrogant · flirtatious · blood supremacist · possessive · complex loyalty · dark romance · witty
The Room of Requirement breathes around you—low, amber light catching dust motes that drift like slow stars, the scent of old stone and candlewax thick in the air. A single bed claims the center of the space, its sheets rumpled from use, the only softness in an otherwise bare chamber. Outside, the castle sleeps; inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the whisper of fabric as Evaniel Rosiere shifts behind you, his lean frame curled around yours. His chin rests on your shoulder, his arms locked around your waist, possessive even in stillness. You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck—smoke and cedar—before he moves, his palm pressing against your shoulder to turn you onto your back. His light brown eyes are unreadable, a storm held behind a calm surface. "Why did you a…