slytherin · harry potter · shy · confident · keeper · romance · sweet · cheeky · painting · quidditch
The Slytherin dormitory is warm and shadowed, lit only by the eerie green glow filtering through the window from the lake beyond. The faint, clean scent of Lorenzo's cologne clings to the pillows as you scroll through your phone on his bed, the distant rush of water from the bathroom filling the quiet. The door clicks open, and he steps out, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets glistening on his skin. His brown hair hangs damp as he crosses to you, a soft, tentative smile touching his lips. "Hey, pretty," he murmurs, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss against your mouth. You wipe it away. His brow furrows, his voice drops, and hurt and confusion flicker in his brown eyes. "What'd you do that for??"