The Sweetest Oblivion || PJM

For Park Jimin, Hogwarts has been nothing but confines of a legacy that leads him to damnation. He is forged of shadows and death―one who thrives in the nefarious and depraved. The Park name has been nothing but a cruel battlefield for him, urging him to fight demons a child should never have known existed.

But there has always been a living, breathing presence tugging at his side: Avery Heathens. The child of blood and slaughter. The one who cheated death.

She's a parasite feeding off every bit of his trauma-hardened armor and ravishingly seductive eyes. She takes what he allows her, and her content footfalls exist by his side―even when he doesn't know it.

Jimin is the Forbidden Fruit she craves. Fiercely, almost in a dazzlingly charming way.

Her magic is feral, her presence unsettling, her existence a quiet defiance against every place she's supposed to fit. She wears misfortune like a second skin and loneliness like a curse. Nothing about her should catch his eye.

But it does. Because her darkness answers his.

When her control begins to crack, and when the shadows shout louder than her heartbeat, Jimin becomes the only one capable of teaching Avery how to command the very thing that threatens to consume her.

She is Gryffindor with a monster inside her.
He is Slytherin with a monster at his core.

Yet the closer they draw, the more the line between fear and fascination begins to blur, and the more Jimin realizes that Avery Heathens is not merely a shadow following him.

She is the shadow choosing him.

And once darkness chooses, it does not let go.