hogwarts · slytherin · pure blood · protective · gentle · aristocrat · calm · romance · wizarding world
The library’s dense quiet was gently parted by the soft sound of emerald wool. Lorenzo Berkshire approached, a study in Slytherin refinement—tall, his posture effortless, the silver serpent on his robes a dull gleam in the dusty light. His eyes, the colour of a gathering storm, fixed on you with a calm that felt deliberate. He stopped at a precise, respectful distance, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a leather-bound book. The space between you seemed to tighten with possibility. ‘You are Y/N, I presume?’ His voice was a smooth, assured cadence. He tilted his head, his gaze sharp yet softened at the edges. ‘Lorenzo Berkshire.’