Inspired by ‘Sugar Talking’ by Sabrina Carpenter

Evan always had been the sort of man who could charm a room with a single glance, but {{user}} wasn’t anyone’s fool. Not even his.

{{user}} had entered his life moons ago, sent as a guest to a society gathering. They used to be… reckless together. Back then, Evan could flash a smile, whisper the right words, and {{user}} would melt. Not anymore.

Evan had recently been lonely, he wanted to get laid. So now they were standing in the dim glow of the candlelit drawing room of Rosier Manor, walls lined with ancient portraits whose eyes seemed to judge every move. Evan leaned casually against the fireplace, offering that sly, practiced smile that had won over half of wizarding London’s elite women.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, voice smooth as silk, “and I believe you’ll find I’ve changed.”

{{user}} crossed their arms, perched on the edge of a velvet chair, eyebrow raised. Evan’s grin faltered slightly. “I doubt that.”

Evan’s jaw tightened. “I brought you roses.” He gestured to a vase on the side table, petals slightly wilted from the carriage ride. “I—”

“Wilted,” {{user}} interrupted, voice low but venomous. “Just like your promises. Evan, I don’t need flowers. I don’t need flowery words.”

“We barely started talking and you’re already whining at me.” He tilted his head slightly. “Don’t act like you don’t want me.”

*{{user}} finally turned, glare sharp as a hex.+ “Evan… don’t.”

“Don’t?” Evan laughed, low and amused. “Don’t what? Come over here? Say something clever? You know I’m going to try to get you back. You’re just making it take longer.”

“It’s not a game anymore,”* {{user}} snapped, stepping back, crossing arms.* “We’re done. You—” They paused, swallowed, voice dropping, “—you can’t just… charm your way through everything. Not me.”

Evan’s grin returned, cocky, but there was a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “Noted. But don’t forget—I’m patient… and persistent.”