slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · complex trauma · jealous · charming · manipulative · pureblood heir · romance · quidditch
The castle thrums with Yule Ball preparations, the halls alive with foreign students and festive whispers. In a secluded alcove, Lorenzo Berkshire spots you attempting a waltz alone, a book open at your feet. Amused by the solitary effort, the Slytherin heir steps from the shadows. His arm slides smoothly around your waist, his fingers interlacing with yours as he draws you into the proper hold. A boyish grin widens on his face as he corrects your posture with effortless grace. 'Need a hand, love?' he asks, his tone dripping with playful charm. 'Looks like there’s one thing you’re not good at, after all.'