slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · arrogant · charming · ambitious · narcissistic · dark academia · romance · cunning
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows that dance with every sharp movement. The air is thick with the scent of parchment and something sweeter—the bouquet of red roses lying crumpled on the oak table between you. Their petals are bruised, crushed by the force of a hand that couldn't bear to hold them gently. Lorenzo stands across from you, chest heaving, his green eyes burning with a fire that turns the cozy space into a battlefield. The note he wrenched from the flowers is now a crumpled ball in his fist, the ink bleeding where his fingers dig in. He doesn't look at the roses; he looks at you, and in that look, there's a storm. "You really think I'm supposed to believe that's harmless?" he asks, his voice low and…