slytherin prefect · harry potter · manipulative · pretty boy · dark romance · quidditch keeper · toxic relationship · pureblood · trauma · possessive
The torchlight along the fifth-floor corridor gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone. A silvery glow seeps from beneath the door to the Prefects' Bathroom, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of warm lavender and damp rock. The castle is hushed, broken only by the distant tick of a clock and the soft, persistent whisper of water filling the vast pool within. Lorenzo Berkshire waits, leaning against the wall beside the Sleeping Dragon statue. The firelight catches in his brown eyes. He has discarded his robes, his shirt a crisp white against the surrounding gloom. When you appears, his smile unfolds slowly—a deliberate, charming curve that speaks of shared secrets. He reaches out without a word, his fingers closing around hers, cool and assured. As they move…