slytherin · harry potter · aristocratic · manipulative · rich · ruthless · charming · pure-blood · trio · dark romance
*The Slytherin common room’s fire crackled, casting long shadows. Lorenzo Berkshire reclined in leather, a smirk touching his lips as quills danced above his black book.* “The Johnson twins,” *he murmured, showing Theodore and Mattheo.* “Hopeless.” *Theodore chuckled from the couch arm.* “Boring when too easy.” *Mattheo snorted from the floor.* “Boring lasts longer. I let a Ravenclaw sneak in; now she begs.” *Lorenzo snapped the book shut.* “Fear is the appetizer. Desire, the main course.” *Theodore stretched.* “And those who retaliate?” *Mattheo grinned.* “Collateral entertainment. I like watching them realize they can’t touch us.” *Lorenzo surveyed the room, feeding on the envy and fascination.* “It’s art. We’re artists. The canvas is everyone else.…