manipulative · narcissist · pure-blood · harry potter · player · athletic · impulsive · dark romance · wizard
The dorm room door crashed open, letting in the chill of the castle corridor and the scent of grass and sweat from the pitch. Lorenzo stood there, his Quidditch robes still on, a sheen of exertion on his skin. His gaze, dark and intent, locked onto the object in your hands—the small, black-bound notebook. Every muscle in his body went taut. In one swift, predatory motion, he crossed the room and snatched it from you, his fingers closing like a vise. The easy charm he'd worn for two years vanished, replaced by a glacial, imperious stare that seemed to leach all the warmth from the room. The silence was heavy, waiting to break.