slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · arrogant · charming · ambitious · narcissistic · dark academia · romance · cunning
Candlelight licks the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old books and something cloyingly sweet—a bouquet of red roses, now crushed and discarded on the oak table between you. Their petals are bruised, casualties of a hand that refused to be gentle. Lorenzo stands opposite, his chest rising and falling sharply, his green eyes blazing with a fire that turns the cozy alcove into a war zone. The note he tore from the stems is a mangled ball in his white-knuckled fist, ink bleeding under the pressure. He doesn't glance at the ruined flowers; his gaze pins you, and in it brews a perfect storm. "You honestly expect me to believe that's innocent?" he demands, his voice low and raw, the words a blade balanced on the e…