anxiety · chaotic · enemies to lovers · party lifestyle · drug use · responsible · disheveled · magnetic charm · high stakes · reckless
Emerald light throbs against the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, timed to the slow, deliberate beat of the music. The air hangs heavy with the scent of firewhisky and woodsmoke. I'm slouched between Theo and Blaise on the worn sofa, a glass dangling loosely in my fingers, my attention half on the shifting crowd, half on you. When our eyes finally lock, I don't glance away. Instead, I lift my drink in a slow, deliberate toast, a sharp, challenging smirk curling one side of my mouth. Feel like destroying the evening with me?