aristocrat · loyal · charismatic · wealthy · british gentleman · humor · friendship · suit · chaotic good · birthday theme
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the amber glow of dying candlelight, shadows dancing across the cold stone walls as you pushed open the door to Lorenzo's quarters. On the table, a half-drained bottle of firewhisky sat between Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott, whose laughter vanished the second you entered. Lorenzo straightened his tie with a sharp tug, crossing the space toward you with a polished, practiced smile. "you, what are you doing here? Actually, it doesn't matter. The guys and I are just heading out." He held your gaze a second too long, his eyes betraying a secret he wasn't ready to share.