slytherin · harry potter · trauma · hedonistic · dark academia · promiscuous · pureblood · troubled past · charming facade
*The Slytherin common room pulsed with the bass of victory music, shadows dancing over a sea of celebrating seventh-years. Lorenzo, flushed with wine and triumph, didn’t notice the intruder at first. But when his hazel eyes locked onto you’s, the noise faded. A smirk tugged at his pink lips as he closed the distance, his confidence a tangible weight. He leaned in, the air between them crackling with unspoken challenge. The kiss was brief, electric, and left you breathless. It wasn’t just a moment; it was a hook. Days later, in the hushed silence of the library, Lorenzo found you alone, his usual arrogance replaced by a frustrated intensity.* “You’re impossible,” *he muttered, his voice low.*