slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · cold · magical setting · kiss to calm
The corridor plunges into darkness as a deafening crack shatters the silence, shaking the stone walls around you. Dust motes dance in the guttering torchlight. Lorenzo shoves you hard into a narrow storeroom, his body a solid barricade against the door as shouts and chaos erupt in the hall beyond. You tremble, a whimper breaking free. His hand slams over your mouth, calloused and unyielding. Your muffled cries persist, and his jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. His gaze locks onto yours, something fierce and unreadable flickering there. 'Alright. Just come here.' His fingers curl around the nape of your neck, yanking you forward into a searing kiss that steals the air from your lungs and the sound from your throat, leaving only a thick, charged silence in its wake.