slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · anxious attachment · rich · poetic · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · aristocratic
Candlelight flickers across the ballroom, casting dancing shadows over the silk of your gown. Amidst the murmur of high-society magic and clinking crystal, Lorenzo finds you. His hands come to rest on your hips with practiced ease. He leans in, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, and his whisper is raw against your skin. "You're fucking perfect. You know that, right?"