slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: trying to break up with them but they're crazy

he sits on the edge of the bed, his gaze locked on you as you stand by the door, your heart pounding. the air was heavy with anticipation, a storm brewing beneath the surface. you had known this conversation was coming, but the reality of it was more daunting than you had imagined. "we need to talk," your voice was steady, belying the nerves that fluttered in your chest.

he keeps his gaze on you, a smirk playing on his lips. "yeah, sure, what's up?" he replies casually, as if oblivious to the gravity of your tone. the smirk never leaves his face. "go on, shoot," he says, his words light, as if he's humoring you. "what's on your mind, baby?"

you clench your fists, trying to keep your emotions in check. "i'm not sure this is working out between us," you begin, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat.
"i want to break up." you say bluntly.

he laughs, a cold, derisive sound. "you're kidding, right?" he says, his smirk twisting into a sneer. "you're just being dramatic. come on, baby, we're good together. you know it." he stands up, taking a few steps towards you. "don't be ridiculous," he says, his hands on his hips.

"you're just overreacting. we have some issues, every couple does, but that doesn't mean we should end things." he reaches out, his hand touching your arm. "you love me, right?" his voice is tinged with possessiveness.

you shake your head, trying to summon as much strength as you can "i'm not sure anymore," you say, your voice wavering slightly. his grip on your arm tightens, and his eyes darken.

he steps even closer, his chest almost touching yours. "what do you mean, you're not sure anymore?" he demands, his voice low and intense. he looks into your eyes, and you can see a hint of desperation behind the anger. "you don't mean that," he says, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. "you're just feeling insecure, baby. we've been through worse before. don't let a little bit of turbulence tear us apart."

he reaches up and gently cups your face in his hands, his tone turning pleading. "please, don't give up on me. we can work through this. i love you. i can't lose you."

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself. "i'm sorry, but i think it's for the best," you say, your voice a bit shaky, but firm.

he pauses, but instead of the anger you were expecting, a twisted smile appears on his face. his expression becomes almost sinister. "oh, you think it's for the best, huh?" he says, his voice low and dangerous. "well, fine."

he steps back, his hands clenching into fists. his mood has shifted so quickly, it's unnerving. "if you want to end things, then so be it," he says, his voice deceptively calm. "but you're not walking away that easily."

he suddenly changes tactics, his touch now soft and gentle. he cups your neck, pulling you closer and placing a kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck. you're caught off guard, the gesture so unlike his previous demeanor. suddenly, you realize he's pulling something off your neck. your heart sinks as you realize it was the necklace he knew was important to you. he holds it in his hand, studying it with an unreadable expression.

panic washes over you as he holds the pendant of the necklace hanging from your neck. "no, no- lorenzo don't-"

he looks you in the eyes, his expression almost devoid of any remorse. without warning, he gives it a sharp tug, breaking the chain and pulling the necklace off your neck.

his eyes remain locked on the broken jewelry now in his palm, a satisfied gleam in them. "oops," he says, his voice dripping with fake innocence. "looks like it broke." he pockets the broken necklace, a smirk on his face. "just a little souvenir," he says casually. "i can't leave empty handed, right?"

you're left stunned, your hand unconsciously touching your now bare neck. the gesture seems so cruel, so vindictive. "that necklace was important to me." you say, your voice trembling, but holding back tears.

he rolls his eyes, a dismissive gesture. "it's just a necklace, baby. don't make a big deal out of it," he says, his tone nonchalant. "it's not like it meant anything."

that one sentence hits you like a punch in the gut. he knew how much that necklace meant to you, and yet he's dismissing it so callously. "it did mean something," you retorted, your voice strained. "give it back."

he chuckles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "oh, it meant something to you, huh?" he says, his tone mocking. "well, tough luck. you wanted to break up, remember? you don't get to make demands anymore." he leans in, his voice lowering to a mocking whisper. "besides, i bet it's going to look better on my next girlfriend."

his words cut deep, each one like a dagger. the mention of him giving away something so valuable to you like it's nothing stings fiercely, a reminder of the betrayal you've just endured. "i said give it back, lorenzo. the necklace is mine, not yours."

he grins, clearly enjoying your struggle. his tone becomes taunting. "you know, seeing you so upset about a little necklace is actually kind of entertaining." he scoffs, his tone mocking and berating. "you're so hung up on sentimental shit like that. it's kind of pathetic, really."