slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · barty crouch jr · evan rosier · dark romance · daddy issues · snarky · charming · nicotine addict
The Slytherin common room lies in ruins—a sea of shredded green and silver confetti, abandoned firewhisky bottles glinting dully, the air thick with the ghost of smoke and dried sweat. Cold morning light slices through the high dungeon windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. On a bed far too small, tangled in rumpled silk sheets and each other's limbs, lie Barty, Evan, and you. Barty is already awake, propped on one elbow, a lazy, freckled smirk playing on his lips as he surveys the chaos he helped orchestrate. Evan groans, burying his face deeper into a pillow, a muffled protest. Barty's voice cuts through the quiet, clear and teasing: "You need a shower." His gaze flicks to you, sharp and expectant—what now?