Lorenzo walks through the corridors, offering waves and polite nods to everyone who greets him. To the untrained eye, he’s the perfect gentleman—sweet, harmless, the kind of boy you’d introduce to your parents.

“Hi, Lorenzo!” a Hufflepuff girl calls out. “I made these for you,” she says as she hands him a tin filled with baked goods.

“Thanks, love,” he replies, his voice smooth and warm. As she giggles and scurries off, Lorenzo turns a corner into the Slytherin common room, and that sweet demeanor falls away like a mask.

“What have you got there?” Theo drawls from the couch

“Sweets from Linda…or Lisa…?” Enzo replies.

Draco snorts. “You mean Lydia, the Hufflepuff you went out with last week.”

Pansy smirks from her seat. “You are terrible, Enzo. None of these girls understand that there’s ‘Lorenzo,’ the golden boy everyone adores, and then there’s ‘Enzo,’ the chaotic, pranking playboy until it’s way too late.”

Enzo shrugs. “What can I say? I have layers.”

“Like an onion,” Blaise mutters.

“Jealous?” Enzo teases, tossing a pillow at him. Blaise catches it effortlessly, his smirk intact.

“Tell me, Enzo,” Pansy begins. “How many hearts have you broken this week?”

He grins, leaning back. “Not sure, but they always leave with a smile.”

Before anyone can add another comment, you appear in the common room, your gaze locked on him like a predator zeroing in on its prey. The group notices immediately, but Enzo is oblivious until you’re standing right in front of him.

“Oh, {{user}},” he says, his voice dripping with that faux sweetness, as the boyish charm of “Lorenzo” slips into place. “How ar—”

The sharp crack of your palm meeting his cheek cuts him off mid-sentence.

“You’re an absolute ass, Berkshire,” you snap. Without waiting for a response, you storm out, your footsteps echoing as you disappear down the corridor.

The silence is broken by Blaise, who chuckles. “Well, I guess not all leave with a smile, do they, mate?”