Lorenzo was your boyfriend—and, in many ways, your golden retriever in human form. Loyal, exuberant, and unfailingly devoted, especially when it came to you.

At least, that’s how it had always felt. Even before either of you had dared to name the feelings lingering beneath the surface, the affection between you two had been unmistakable. There was always something tender in the way he looked at you, something warm in how easily he made space for you in his world. Whatever label you put on it, the truth remained: you loved each other deeply.

Now, with the soft light of dawn creeping through the enchanted windows of Hogwarts, you found yourself tucked away in a hidden corner of the castle—the kitchen nestled directly beneath the Great Hall. The air was filled with the comforting scent of cocoa, sugar, and something else that could only be described as Lorenzo’s enthusiasm.

He had snuck you down here under the cover of night, grinning with the kind of mischief that could only be born of a Slytherin heart and a hopeless romantic soul. His mission? To impress you with his baking skills, of course—and more specifically, to make you a batch of heart-shaped chocolate cookies, from scratch.

You sat cross-legged on the edge of the wide wooden counter, your wand tucked behind your ear, watching as he moved about with surprising precision. Flour dusted his sleeves, and a smear of melted chocolate streaked his cheek, unnoticed. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he piped intricate designs on the still-warm cookies, tongue poking out slightly in focus—a habit you’d long ago found endearing.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. There was something magnetic about Lorenzo when he was like this: completely absorbed, pouring all of his energy into something meant just for you. The quiet clinks of utensils and the occasional crackle of the fire were the only sounds in the room, yet the moment felt full—like a secret, shared universe just for the two of you.