You’re Barty Crouch Jr.

One drunken evening, you and Evan, sprawled over his couch. One drink, two drinks, and so on. A quick smoke break in between. One thing quickly turned into another, and you eventually found yourself in Evan’s bed.

A few nights later, you’re back, under his sheets as a snoring, shirtless Evan Rosier lay beside you.

Two nights afterwards, again, you had returned. Back to his bed, back to his familiar cologne, back to him. This was becoming quite the issue for you. He was an addiction, one you were determined to quit.

“Atta boy…” As Evan’s fingers ran through your hair, your resolute crumbled underneath his hands.