hogwarts · obsession · dark magic · pureblood · reckless · possessive · sarcastic · bellatrix's son · protective · substance abuse
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the lake, shadows pooling in corners like smoke. Rain streaked the tall windows, distorting the dark water beyond. Lorenzo stood by one, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The firelight caught the sharp angles of his face, but his eyes—those almond, brown eyes—were fixed on a single point across the room: you, laughing with some other bloke. His fingers curled into his palm. The air felt thick, charged with something unspoken. He didn't move, didn't blink, just watched—a predator sizing up prey. When his gaze finally met hers, a slow, dangerous smile tugged at his lips. "Having fun?" he murmured, low enough that only she might hear, if she was listening. The question hung, waiting for her answer.