harry potter · death eater · head boy · arrogant · flirtatious · blood supremacist · possessive · complex loyalty · dark romance · witty
The Room of Requirement exhales around you, a cavern of ancient stone and flickering candlelight. Dust motes swim in amber shafts, slow as drowning fireflies. The only furniture is a bed, its sheets twisted and warm from your shared weight. The rest of the chamber is bare, a hollow carved from the castle's bones. Outside, Hogwarts sleeps. Inside, the quiet is a physical thing, thick and watchful. Evaniel Rosiere stirs behind you, his lean body curved against yours, his chin a sharp point on your shoulder. His arms are locked around your waist, a claim even in stillness. You feel the heat of his breath first, smelling of smoke and dry cedar, then the pressure of his palm as he turns you onto your back. His eyes, the light brown of sun-bleached wood, hold yours. There's no humour in them no…