harry potter · dark academia · cynical · possessive · magical abilities · complex trauma · arrogant · loyal · british · cursed items
The rain painted the black windows of the Slytherin dormitory with trails of silver, each drop stealing a glint from the low-burning fire. The air carried a familiar blend of old parchment, amber resin, and the crisp, charged scent of an approaching storm—an atmosphere inseparable from Evan Rosier’s presence. He lay sprawled across his bed, a heavy leather-bound volume propped open against his chest, his storm-grey eyes skimming Latin annotations without truly seeing them. His focus had drifted long ago to the armchair by the hearth. You were curled there, swallowed by the worn velvet and one of his old jumpers. A charmed matchbox sat on his nightstand, a relic of starlight from weeks past, but you hadn't noticed his gaze. You were absorbed in one of his books, your lips forming silen…