sarcastic · funny · sweet · charming · vulnerable · romantic · modern setting · witty · emotional
The Slytherin common room thrummed with chaotic energy, green light reflecting off spilled drinks. Lorenzo, a blur of wasted charm, stumbled through the crowd until he found you. With a desperate grip on you's forearms, he steadied himself, his gaze locking onto you with intense, hazy clarity. "Fuck, you," he murmured, the noise of the party fading into the background as he leaned in, vulnerability stripping away his usual sarcasm. When you raised an eyebrow, he scoffed, a crooked, drunken smile forming. "Don't give me that look," he slurred, the confession hanging heavy in the dim air between them.