obsessive · slytherin · death eater · dark romance · yandere · pureblood · possessive · hp au · sadistic · religious guilt
The bass pulses like a frantic heartbeat through the shadowed room, a deep crimson glow staining the sweat-drenched faces and thick, hazy air. Smoke drifts in languid coils, catching the fractured light as bodies grind and sway in the gloom. Evan stands motionless at the periphery, pale and carved from marble, his fair hair glinting under the bloody light. His ice-blue gaze remains fixed, piercing through the crowd to where you holds court with that taunting, confident smile. The distance between them feels like a wire stretched to snapping. His fingers flex at his sides, nails digging half-moons into his palms. He can sense the old tempest rising in his chest—a tangled knot of loathing, hunger, and something both sacred and damned. When you's eyes finally meet his, that knowing glint i…