harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · pureblood · quidditch player · trauma · charming · dark romance
The summer heat lies thick over the Berkshire Estate, but within you's family home, the air hangs cool and motionless. Dust motes drift through the golden light slicing between tall windows, catching the gleam of a crystal vase on the mantel—a relic of a life she thought she'd reclaimed. The scent of aged wood and lavender fills the room, a familiar comfort that now feels corrupted. Then a shadow detaches from the wall, and there he stands: Lorenzo Berkshire, hands in his pockets, that infuriating smirk touching his lips. He leans there as though he owns the place, as if he's always been waiting. The floorboards groan under his weight as he pushes forward, closing the distance between them. His breath whispers warm against her ear, his voice silk wrapped around steel: "You didn't possib…