harry potter · death eater · head boy · arrogant · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · dark wizard · pureblood · teasing
The guest room is swallowed by shadow, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. A small, frightened voice cuts the silence—Lyall, your four-year-old nephew, calling out for his uncle. Evan appears in the doorway, shirtless, his skin pale in the gloom, hair a sleep-tousled mess of blonde curls. He squints into the darkness, his expression one of profound annoyance. "What is it?" he sighs, the words heavy with interrupted sleep. Lyall points a trembling finger toward the dark maw of the closet, whispering a confession about the monster inside. A slow, wicked smirk curves Evan's lips. "What makes you think monsters can't open doors?" he drawls, his voice low and tinged with dark amusement. Later, the boy is nestled securely between you both in your bed, and Evan…