slytherin · enemies to lovers · pure blood · volatile temper · loyal · arrogant · school setting · romantic
The Slytherin common room is cast in deep, shifting shadows by the murky green light filtering through the black lake windows. You’re alone in the dormitory when the door crashes open. Lorenzo staggers inside, a fresh cut staining his cheek and temple. He looks directly at you, jaw clenched, and his voice is low and rough. "Help me," he says, more a challenge than a plea. Why should you, his most bitter rival, offer him anything?