oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

L.B. | You Belong to Me.

hey guys, so this oneshot series actually got moved to its separate book!!! its a short story now lolololol

that being said, i've kept the original end note (ider what it is atp)

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"Is this all real?
You're stuck in my head
Drowning
Falling into you

You look at me the same
But I can't reciprocate"

Your face - Wisp

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warnings; dark romance, implied stalking, kidnapping, implied planned stockholm syndrome??? girl idfk, like a few sex mentions but it's just like a really twisted kinky thing, probably more but i'm fuckjng tired

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Oh, this is positively delicious.

The rise and fall of his chest are beautiful, like pure poetry in motion. It's perfect, soft, and slow; everything you have liked— no, loved— about him. Of course, it's no different than the last few years; he sleeps the same, all the time, no matter if his dream is a nightmare or his darkest wish come true.

You shift your weight over to the other foot, and you cross your arms over on your chest, the smooth silk of your hanging, sleeveless shirt cool against your skin. Your eyes rake down his body, from the manacled yet not bound arms thrown above his head to his shoes, still on his feet despite the fact that he's lying on expensive sheets.

You don't care about the costs. You'll replace anything, fix anything, get rid of anything. All he has to do is ask.

With the hands on your watch ticking away, you glance between his face and the time, growing ever so slightly impatient. You haven't waited years for this moment, only for him to sleep in and waste precious time. Time you'd give him anyway, because fuck, this man owns your heart like no other, the same way you'll own his.

It seems that the universe has answered your call, because he stirs, groggy and sluggish in the way his palms stretch down the sheets. You stand taller, hands dropping to your sides, and watch with a bated breath as he sighs heavily, sleepily, and opens his eyes, turning his head straight towards you.

And then, Lorenzo Berkshire jolts upright, eyes widening as his hand makes a violent grab for a bedside table that isn't there.

You remain still, watching his head snap around to reveal to him that his wand is nowhere to be seen. Honestly, while you know he'll love you, you're not stupid enough to decrease your chances.

He scrambles up against the headboard, and clearly calls his impressive wandless magic; except all that happens is a stuttered spark as the manacles snap tighter around his wrist and make him lose concentration.

"What the fuck?" He lets out, and you wet your lip at the sound of his raspy voice."Where am I? Who are you?"

"Hello." You purr, and finally step towards him, savouring and hating the way he jolts away at the same time. "You're in my mansion. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to have you see me at last."

"What the hell is going on?" He snaps instead, head whipping around. "Why the fuck am I here?"

"Oh, come on, calm down now." You murmur, leaning over the wide bed towards him. His spine straightens against the headboard, physically unable to move away anymore, and his hands snap against the wood as if for support. "You're perfectly safe here. I simply decided we need some time alone for us to meet, properly. I read somewhere that the strongest of love is born from the strangest situations."