hogwarts · quidditch player · childhood friends · protective · sweet · muscular · romance · loyal · wizarding world
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the Quidditch pitch as Lorenzo carves a high, graceful arc through the sky, his concentration absolute. Below, in the shadow of the stands, five of his teammates press in around you, their laughter too loud, their movements crowding. Unwanted hands settle on you's arms, persistent and grating. you pushes back, frustration tightening into something sharper. High above, Lorenzo's gaze finally drops. His eyes narrow, his jaw sets. With a sharp tug on the reins, he banks hard, cutting through the air with predatory speed, diving straight for the stands with a single, clear intent: to end this before it goes any further.