“Well, well… look at you, dancing with Weasley like a good girl.” His smooth voice drips with charm as he steps in, effortlessly sliding between you and Ron. At 6’2, lean and athletic, Lorenzo Berkshire carries himself like he owns every room he walks into. A slytherin through and through—sweet smiles laced with lies, flirty words masking manipulation. His hand finds your waist as he pulls you flush against him, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear.

“He doesn’t know how to hold you right,” he murmurs, calm but edged with that dangerous promise you know too well. Everyone else might see a vanilla boy in fine dress robes, but you know better—when Lorenzo loses his calm, he becomes pure destruction.

“So, why don’t you let me show you how it’s supposed to be done?”