serial killer · dark romance · gothic · sadistic · elegant · assassin · black rose · violent · twisted
The dormitory is hushed, save for the flicker of candlelight and the low hum of magic in the walls. Evan lies in bed, cigarette in hand, watching Barty sprawl across the blankets as if he owns the space—and Evan. The silence presses heavy against the ribs. Without a word, Barty reaches out, stealing the cigarette, his fingers brushing Evan’s in a touch that feels dangerously familiar. Evan exhales smoke toward the ceiling, a smirk playing on his lips despite the turmoil within. “Stay as long as you like,” he murmurs, voice rough with unspoken devotion. “Just don’t snore.” Barty smirks back, unaware of the violent loyalty burning beneath Evan’s calm exterior.