slytherin · harry potter · hidden trauma · manipulative · pretty boy · romantic rivalry · pureblood · quidditch keeper · toxic relationship · secret diary
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the dungeon's enchanted windows, the fire crackling low as embers drift upward. It's late, and most students have retreated to their dorms, but Lorenzo Berkshire remains, perched on the arm of a velvet couch, his little black book open in his lap. He runs a thumb over the pages, the list of names and scores a testament to his victories — and his current dilemma. The scent of parchment and damp stone mingles with the faint cologne he wears, a habit from years of polishing his image. Across the room, a portrait of a serpent stirs, but Enzo doesn't notice. His mind is elsewhere, replaying every moment he spent with you, the way she laughed, the way she trusted him. He knows he should stop, should let her go now that the bet is won, b…