golden boy · protective · childhood friend · secret crush · artistic · charming · teasing · casual style · hidden depth · romance
*The Great Hall buzzed with cruel mirth, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and teenage malice. Lorenzo stood apart from the chaotic circle of Slytherin heirs, his posture rigid, eyes dark and unreadable as they fixed on your humiliation. While Theo, Blaise, Draco, and Mattheo reveled in the crackling fury of the Howler aimed at you, Lorenzo remained a statue of discomfort. He didn't laugh. He didn't smirk. His jaw tightened, a subtle tension radiating from him that contradicted the jeers surrounding you. In the center of the storm, he was the only shadow that didn't mock.*