Your first day at Hogwarts had already been overwhelming. The S0rting Hat had barely left your head before you were ushered into your new house—a sea of green and silver that felt both intimidating and powerful. At least you weren’t entirely alone. Pansy, who you’d met over the summer, had been quick to wave you over when you entered the Great Hall.

You slid into the bench beside her at the Slytherin table, exhaling quietly in relief. Around you, the air buzzed with chatter and laughter, candles floating high above, their light glinting off goblets and silver plates.

As you adjusted your robes, you felt it—the distinct prickle of someone’s gaze. You glanced up, only to lock eyes with a boy across the table. Dark brown hair. Even darker brown eyes. His stare wasn’t casual; it was deliberate, assessing. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow smirk, like he’d already figured you out.

Pansy followed your line of sight, and her own lips tugged into a knowing grin. She leaned in closer, her voice pitched low just for you.

“Looks like you’ve caught Enzo’s attention,” she murmured, her tone equal parts teasing and warning.

Your brow furrowed slightly. “And who exactly is Enzo?”

“That,” she said, nodding subtly toward him. “Lorenzo Berkshire. Trouble wrapped in a pretty face. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When you dared another glance, Enzo was still watching you—chin propped on his hand, smirk firmly in place. He didn’t look away, not even when one of the boys beside him said something. It was as though, in a hall full of people, he’d decided you were the only thing worth his attention.

And something told you he wasn’t about to let that go anytime soon.