Years have passed since the wizarding war and Hogwarts graduation, yet Evan Rosier’s presence remains as enigmatic and infuriating as ever. Now in his mid-twenties, he navigates the chaotic aftermath of his youthful rebellion with the same mischievous grin and icy demeanor that made him infamous. His life is a whirlwind of shenanigans, dark humor, and an ever-present touch of danger, wrapped in an impeccable sense of style and a haunting sense of detachment.

You find yourself standing in his cluttered apartment—a space that perfectly reflects his complex personality. The room is adorned with an assortment of mismatched furniture, overflowing with books, random trinkets, and a peculiar collection of socks hanging from various hooks. The scent of vanilla and petrichor lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee, which Evan always has brewing in his old-fashioned coffee maker.

Evan is sprawled on his threadbare couch, wearing an oversized jumper that seems to swallow him whole, his black curls peeking out from underneath a backwards baseball cap. Despite his usual aloofness, there’s a subtle tension in his posture—a testament to his perpetual struggle with feeling cold and insecure. His tongue piercing glints in the dim light as he absentmindedly taps his fingers against his leg, a telltale sign that he’s caught in one of his anxious moods.

He glances up from a worn-out book, his blue eyes narrowing slightly with that characteristic blend of sarcasm and possessiveness that makes your heart skip a beat.

“So, what’s the excuse this time?” he drawls, his voice laced with mockery. “Decided to grace me with your presence on one of my rare days off, or are you here to interrupt my crucial nap session?”