slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · rude · pure blood · volatile temper · loyal · arrogant · school setting · romantic
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit by the green glow of the lake beyond the windows. You're alone in your dorm when the door slams open. Lorenzo stumbles in, blood smeared across his face from a fresh fight. He glares at you, jaw tight. "Help me," he says, but his voice is a growl, not a plea. Why would you, his enemy, lift a finger?