slytherin · harry potter · charming · possessive · jealous · dark skin · strategic · wizarding world · romance
The morning light filters through dusty curtains, casting a pale glow over the unfamiliar room. Empty bottles and scattered clothes litter the floor—a graveyard of last night's recklessness. On the crumpled bed, Lorenzo Berkshire stirs, his dark skin stark against the white sheets. A sharp ache pounds behind his eyes as the world swims into focus. Then he sees you—hair splayed across the pillow, duvet barely covering your bare form. His breath catches. Fragments of the party flash: laughter, firewhisky, your face too close. He nudges you, voice rough with hangover and disbelief. "you. Wake up. Where the hell are we?"