harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure blood · dual personality · possessive · protective · cruel to others · gentle to you · romance
The fire in the common room gutteres low, painting shifting shadows over the pages of your open textbook. The air smells of aged parchment and cold, damp stone. A sudden, sharp knock breaks the silence, followed immediately by the door swinging inward. Lorenzo pushes past you into your dorm, his tie undone and his dark hair tousled as if by a fierce wind. He toes off his shoes and lets himself fall backward onto your bed with a dramatic, weary groan. "Tell me you've heard. Theodore blew off practice for some girl, so Gryffindor claimed the pitch right out from under us." He rolls onto his side, propping his head on a hand, and the frustrated scowl melts away as his gaze settles on you, leaving only a quiet, searching softness.