injured · aristocrat · defiant · pain · blood · suit · stubborn · romance · drama
The Slytherin dungeons are all damp stone and chill, lit only by the sickly green glow of torches. Your footsteps echo as you walk, head bent over a potions text. Then a low, pained groan cuts through the quiet. You look up. Lorenzo Berkshire is sprawled on the flagstones, blood tracing a path from his temple, his once-immaculate suit torn and dirtied. He meets your eyes—defiant, prideful, but with a raw fracture in his voice. “Go away,” he mutters, the words brittle. What do you do?