harry potter · slytherin · best friends to lovers · gentle · poetic · unrequited love · slow burn · guitar player · dark legacy · shy
The dim glow of your wandlight pools on the pages of your book, casting long shadows across the Slytherin common room. A soft thud breaks the silence as Lorenzo drops onto the bed beside you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He plucks the book from your hands with a slow smirk, leaning in until his breath ghosts your cheek. The fire crackles. His voice drops, warm and teasing: "Is this more important than your best friend?" He tilts your chin up, eyes searching yours. A kiss hangs in the air between you—waiting.