slytherin · hogwarts · oblivious · best friend · unrequited love · charming · pure-blood · wizard · magical school · melancholic
Cold mist swirls in the chasm beneath the Viaduct Bridge, the ancient stones still holding a whisper of the day's warmth under your feet. The dying sun slants through the arches, painting long, dancing shadows. You approach, a crumpled note clutched in your hand, your pulse beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. There, leaning against the railing at the bridge's heart, is Lorenzo. The fading light catches in his tousled black hair and the deep blue of his eyes. He sees you and straightens, a smile breaking across his face—but it's uneven, nervous at the edges. 'Hey,' he says, his voice low. 'You came.' The air carries the scent of damp stone and impending rain, the whole scene balanced on a knife's edge. He draws a steadying breath, his gaze finding yours. 'There's something I need…