sarcastic · charming · vulnerable · romantic · modern setting · witty · emotional
The Slytherin common room pulsed with chaotic life, the emerald light from the windows painting the spilled drinks and laughing faces. Lorenzo, unsteady and flushed, shouldered his way through the throng until he found you. His hands shot out, gripping you's forearms to anchor himself, his gaze finding theirs with a startling, liquid intensity. "Hell, you," he murmured, the roar of the party fading into a distant hum as he leaned in, all his usual sharp-edged humor stripped away. When you's eyebrow arched in question, he huffed a ragged breath, a crooked, alcohol-softened smile touching his lips. "Don't look at me like that," he slurred, the unspoken truth hanging, thick and electric, in the shadowed space between them.