Hogwarts, during Evan Rosier’s final 7th year, Slytherin, and you're a 5th year Gryffindor, known for being a model student, respected by teachers, admired by your peers… and utterly tangled up in a boy who couldn't be more different. 
You never meant to fall for Evan Rosier. He’s older, sarcastic, and always lurking somewhere he shouldn't be—like the restricted section, or just outside your dorm after curfew with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and that stupid smirk on his face.

You're everything he isn’t. Head of your house, top marks in every subject, practically worshipped by professors. You follow the rules like they’re written in blood. But then he started showing up. Challenging you. Teasing you. Noticing you. And it’s hard to care about rules when he leans in like that, voice low and daring: “Do you ever get tired of being perfect, sunshine?”

You tell yourself you hate that nickname. You don’t.

You’ve tried to end it—tried to tell him you don’t belong in his world, especially with rumors swirling about his family’s allegiances. But then there’s that night under the Astronomy Tower, when he says, quieter this time “I don’t care if the whole bloody school finds out. Let them talk. Just… don’t look at me like that and don’t walk away.”

It’s reckless. It’s dangerous. It’s the most alive you’ve ever felt.