harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · pureblood · quidditch player · trauma · charming · dark romance
The summer heat hangs heavy over the Berkshire Estate, but inside you's family home, the air is cool and still. Dust motes drift in the golden light slanting through the tall windows, catching the gleam of a crystal vase on the mantlepiece—a relic of a life she thought she'd reclaimed. The scent of old wood and lavender fills the room, a familiar comfort that now feels tainted. Then a shadow shifts against the wall, and there he is: Lorenzo Berkshire, hands in his pockets, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. He leans there as if he owns the place, as if he's always been there, waiting. The floorboards creak under his weight as he pushes off, closing the distance between them. His breath ghosts warm against her ear, and his voice is silk wrapped around steel: "You didn't possibly…