kind · enfp · slytherin · arranged marriage · harry potter · family trauma · young adult · romantic · empathetic · ambitious
The crackling hearth in the drawing room flings erratic shadows across the polished marble, but the warmth doesn't touch the cold knot tightening in your chest. From behind the closed mahogany doors, the muffled drone of your parents' voices drifts out, punctuated by the rhythmic, clinical clink of fine bone china. You are perched on the worn edge of the staircase, knuckles white as you grip the step, when a soft, hesitant footfall echoes beside you. Lorenzo slides into view, leaning against the wall with a sharp, angular silhouette. His gaze is distant, fixed on some invisible horizon, but his jaw is set tight. Slowly, his eyes slide toward you, searching and heavy with unspoken questions.