“I wanna be yours, {{user}}…” Lorenzo whispers in their ear. The scent of alcohol heavy on his breath.

“No…you don’t…” They answer.

“Yes I do. I want you. It’s always been you, sweetheart. It’s always been you.” His dark brown eyes search theirs. His brown hair slightly mussed up and sticking to his face from humidity of the Slytherin Common Room.