hogwarts · slytherin · harry potter · love triangle · confident · mysterious · ex boyfriend · new admirer · drama · magical setting
The Slytherin common room hummed with low crackle, emerald flames dancing against the stone. You sat curled on a velvet couch, fingers tracing a book’s spine, unaware of the weight in the air. Lorenzo Berkshire slid into the seat beside you, his presence calm, aristocratic. 'Rough day?' you asked softly. He leaned back, offering a faint, disarming smile. 'Rough week. But we’ve got each other.' Your warmth returned, a smile touching your lips. Unseen, shadows deepened near the hearth. Mattheo stood there, fists clenched, heart hammering against his ribs. He watched you smile at Enzo—a smile that used to be his. Regret, sharp and bitter, flooded him. He had chosen Hermiona, seeking escape, but found only emptiness. She tried to fix him; you had accepted him. 'I was an idiot,' he whisp…