slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · cold · magical setting · kiss to calm
The corridor goes dark as a deafening crack echoes off the stone walls. Dust swirls in the dim torchlight. Lorenzo shoves you into a cramped storage room, his body blocking the door as chaos erupts outside. You tremble, a whimper escaping your lips. His hand clamps over your mouth, rough and commanding. Your muffled cries persist, and his jaw tightens. His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of something unreadable. 'Okay, just, come here.' He grips your neck and pulls you into a kiss, silencing you with raw intensity.