slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: finding what they wrote in their diary about you

you've been dating him for a few months, and today you went to return something to his dorm room. you arrive at his dorm and let yourself in, he probably wouldn't mind, you're his girlfriend after all.

you enter the room and notice a notebook lying on his bedside table. curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to take a peek into it. as you begin to read, a sense of unease creeps in. you realize that he had orchestrated everything from the start, manipulating your emotions and your relationship to fulfill him, his obsession.

as you continue to read in horror, the door to the room suddenly creaks open. the sound jolts you out of your reading, and you look up to see him standing there. for a moment, he doesn't say anything, just stands there with an eerie calmness on his face. silence hangs heavy in the air as he slowly makes his way towards you.

he stops a few feet away from you, his gaze locked on yours. he eyes the notebook clutched in your trembling hands and lets out a quiet chuckle. the sight of him immediately makes tears fill your eyes.

"i see you found my little diary," he finally speaks, his tone dripping with a sinister sweetness. his eyes bore into yours, his smirk widening. "i was wondering when you would stumble upon it."

he walks closer, stopping right in front of you. he reaches out and gently takes the notebook from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours. the contact sends a shiver down your spine. he casually flips through the pages.

"i really put some thought into all of this, you know," he says, gesturing to the pages in front of him. "every meeting, every conversation, every moment was planned and executed flawlessly. you played right into my hands like a puppet on a string. and it was so easy."

he shuts the notebook and places it back onto the bedside table. he turns back to you and reaches out, gently brushing away a stray tear on your cheek. "you never suspected a thing, did you? you never knew how much control i had over you."

your tears fall freely now. you feel the weight of his manipulations and deception crashing down on you, leaving you speechless. he takes another step closer, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"oh, darling, you're even more beautiful when you cry," he murmurs. his thumb gently wipes away another tear. he leans in, his lips stopping just inches from your ear.

"why.." you manage to get a word out.

he pulls back, his gaze flickering to your tear-streaked face. he chuckles again, his eyes filled with an unsettling mix of amusement and possession. "oh, i thought it was obvious," he responds, feigning offense. "i love you, darling. desperately so. so much that i had to have you. all mine. forever." he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, the feel of his touch feels cold despite the warmth of his body.

you find yourself unable to move as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. it's not a loving hug, but a territorial one. he holds onto you possessively, like you're an object to be claimed and owned. "i had to make you mine in any way i could," he whispers into your ear.

he tightens his grip, almost to the point of pain, his body pressing against yours. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. "i planned everything for so long," he confesses, his breath hot against your skin. "i saw you, and i knew you were mine. i couldn't let anyone else have you."

he nuzzles against your neck, inhaling deeply as if to breathe you in. his hold on you is almost suffocating, his desire and possessiveness nearly overpowering. "i had to make sure you'd fall for me. had to make sure you'd be completely helpless against me."