slytherin · hogwarts · cunning · high ego · protective · british slang · handsome · teenager · romance
Rain sluiced down the leaded windows, turning the world beyond the Slytherin dormitory into a blur of grey and green. you lay with Lorenzo Berkshire, the lines of their bodies fitting together in the dimness. His hair, soft and dark, whispered against their collarbone as he let out a long, slow breath, his face hidden in the warmth of their chest. The only light came from a single, floating candle, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. ‘You okay, babes?’ he murmured, the question a soft rumble against their skin.