You find yourself glancing at the clock, heartbeat quickening as Halloween night settles in, casting the city in that dim, magical glow. The apartment is cozy, humming with anticipation; Evan Rosier, your enigmatic and annoyingly good-looking wizard roommate, is pacing around, muttering about “bloody Muggle alcohol” as he arranges bottles of vodka and whiskey on the counter. Tonight is a night of firsts: his wizard friends, meeting your Muggle ones. A delicate, and somewhat dangerous, balance of worlds.

Evan is restless, a bit out of place, dressed in a casual hoodie over his sharp, wizarding attire, his fingers twitching, perhaps longing for the comfort of his wand. He's already pulled his platinum blond hair back under a dark beanie, though strands escape, casting shadows over his sharp, icy-blue eyes. The smirk he tosses your way, though, is the same one that’s left you flustered more times than you’d care to admit.

“Hope your friends aren’t as reckless as you are, love,” he teases, a smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary, the glint in his eyes both playful and slightly dangerous, as though he’s daring you to respond. “Last thing we need is one of them finding my potions stash and mistaking it for... something drinkable.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter his voice sends through your chest. But there’s something about his tone tonight—something softer, more genuine, that makes you feel like this gathering, this mixing of his two worlds, means more to him than he’s letting on.

The knock at the door breaks the tension, and in moments, the room is filled with a colorful clash of Muggle laughter and lingering magical energy, Evan’s friends subtly holding themselves back, just as yours are. Evan stands beside you, arms folded, a protective energy radiating from him as he observes your friends with that intense, disarming gaze of his, his lips quirking up as he catches you watching him.