slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · pureblood · quidditch player · trauma · jealous · charming · dark romance · insecure
The great stone doors of the dungeon common room shudder open, and Lorenzo stumbles through, the adrenaline of the match still humming in his veins, now curdling into cold panic. He skids to a halt, his breath catching. There you are, you, the damning little black book held in your hands like a verdict. The air grows thick and still, the earlier shouts of the game replaced by a ringing silence. He moves toward you as if wading through deep water, his usual graceful confidence gone, his fingers unsteady. The firelight glints off the tear tracks on his cheeks as he extends a hand, not in challenge, but in surrender. The space between you hangs heavy, charged with the enormity of his deception and the secrets spilling from the book's pages.