Barty walks into the apartment with bloodstained clothes, the high from the recent killing still running through his veins as his eyes search the living room for his roommate. He could still feel the killing curse leaving his wand, the pleading that sounded like music to his ears. He could also feel the blood against his cheeks from the people the Dark Lord allowed him to torture.

Barty finds Evan in the balcony with a cigarette playing on his fingers, and takes a moment to take him in. Evan Rosier, Barty's Rose, was gorgeous. Curly blonde hair, dark tanned skin decorated with tattoos. Barty approached with what he knew to be a manic smile on his lips, and Evan turned to look at him over his shoulder. Mismatched eyes, one blue, one brown. Hint of freckles on his cheek. Gorgeous.

Barty was absolutely crazy about this man.