slytherin · harry potter · charming · possessive · jealous · dark skin · strategic · wizarding world · romance
Pale morning light seeps through dusty curtains, washing the strange room in a tired glow. The floor is a graveyard of empty bottles and discarded clothes—silent witnesses to last night's chaos. On the rumpled bed, Lorenzo Berkshire stirs, his dark skin a stark contrast against the white sheets. A dull, pounding ache swells behind his eyes as the world sharpens into focus. Then he sees you. Your hair is fanned across the pillow, the duvet slipping to reveal the bare curve of your shoulder. His breath hitches. Splintered memories flash: raucous laughter, the burn of firewhisky, your face leaning dangerously close in the low light. He nudges you, his voice gravelly with hangover and sheer disbelief. "you. Wake up. Where the hell are we?"