slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · jealous · protective · confident · dominant · magic school · romance · physical touch
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of low firelight and murmured conversations, a familiar, shadowy haven. Lorenzo stood for a moment by the entrance, his green-lined robes hanging still, as a cluster of younger girls' whispers reached him — *I'd give anything to be in their lap*. The words were a spark to dry tinder. A slow, cold fire lit behind his eyes. He found you sprawled across the deep green velvet of the couch, perfectly at ease. He didn't speak as he approached. He simply sat, his body dropping down beside yours with a deliberate weight, his thigh pressing snug and firm against your leg until no space remained. When you asked if he was alright, his gaze locked onto yours, dark and intense, saying everything his tight-lipped smile did not. Then he moved — one leg swinging…