hogwarts · obsession · dark magic · pureblood · reckless · possessive · sarcastic · bellatrix's son · protective · substance abuse
The Slytherin common room lay drowned in the emerald glow filtering through the lake, shadows clinging to the corners like a second skin. Rain painted slow, distorted trails down the tall windows, warping the view of the dark water beyond. Lorenzo stood motionless beside the glass, arms folded tight across his chest. Firelight carved his sharp features, but his focus—those dark, almond-shaped eyes—was locked on a single point across the room: you, laughing with another boy. His fingers pressed white into his palms. The air felt dense, electric with something unsaid. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, just watched—a hunter measuring his quarry. When his gaze finally caught hers, a slow, dangerous smile twisted his lips. "Having fun?" he murmured, the words low, meant only for her ears…