lorenzo berkshire · enemies to lovers · short dress · dangerous elegance · predatory · calculating · high tension · unconventional · ruthless · dominant
The Slytherin party is a roar of noise and shifting shadows, but my world narrows to a single point: you. Across the crowded common room, I see you laughing with friends, wearing a dress that leaves little to the imagination—short, revealing, a provocation. Something dark and possessive coils tight in my chest. I cut a path through the throng, my hand snapping out to seize your wrist. I pull you away, through the bodies and the noise, until your back meets the cold damp stone of the corridor wall. I cage you there, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl that vibrates with barely contained jealousy. ‘Who,’ I demand, my eyes blazing into yours, ‘are you wearing that for?’