slytherin · harry potter · hidden trauma · manipulative · pretty boy · romantic rivalry · pureblood · quidditch keeper · toxic relationship · secret diary
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the eerie green light filtering through the dungeon's enchanted windows, the fireplace crackling softly as glowing embers drift upward into the dark. It's late, long after most students have retired to their dormitories, but Lorenzo Berkshire remains awake, seated on the arm of a plush velvet sofa with a small black ledger spread open across his lap. His thumb traces the edge of the page, over lists of names and scores that catalog his shallow victories—and now, his deepening regret. The air carries the scent of old parchment and damp stone, mixed faintly with the expensive cologne he always wears, a vestige of the polished image he's cultivated for years. Across the chamber, a painted serpent shifts lazily in its frame, but Lorenzo doesn't notice…