slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: facing death with them

the walls tremble around you as the old structure begins to collapse. you both find yourselves cornered, the air thick with tension and the scent of crumbling stone. each cracking noise a reminder of the fate closing in around you.

he looks at you, his expression calm despite the chaos surrounding you. a soft smile plays at the corners of his lips, and you can't help but return it.

"you know," he begins, his voice steady despite the tremors beneath your feet, "i never got to take you to the yule ball."

"i always imagined it," he says, his eyes sparkling with a distant memory. "seeing you in a beautiful dress, dancing together, knowing you were all mine."

as he speaks, the room shakes violently, but he remains unfazed, his focus solely on you. "i wanted to see you smile, to hold you close and forget everything else," he continues, the weight of his words hanging heavily between you. "what if we just... dance? one last dance, before everything falls apart?"

a laugh escapes your lips, a sound filled with disbelief and a touch of joy amidst the chaos. "are you serious?" you ask, feeling a mixture of disbelief and warmth in your chest.

"absolutely," he replies, his smile unwavering. he reaches out, taking your hand in his.

he begins to lead you in a dance as if music plays even in the midst of the crumbling room. he moves with a grace and tenderness that belies the urgency of the moment. you follow his lead, the rhythm of your steps soothing the chaos around you.

he twirls you gently, the movement somehow smooth despite the shaking of the floor. a gentle laugh escapes you, a sound that echoes in the small space. "we're about to die," you say, a hint of wonder in your voice.

"and yet, i'm happy," he responds, the honesty of his words surprising you. his eyes lock with yours, holding the weight of a confession. "as long as i'm with you."

"i don't want to die yet," you murmur.

he twirls you again, pulling you closer. "neither do i," he replies, his voice deep and sincere. "but if this is the end, i'm grateful to have you by my side."

your breath hitches at his words, the weight of their meaning sinking in. he stops the dance, pulling you fully into his arms and holding you tightly against him.

he rests his chin on top of your head, his heart beating a rapid rhythm against your chest. "i only wish we had more time," he whispers, his voice a touch ragged from suppressed emotion.

"me too," you whisper back, your voice almost lost in the sounds of the collapsing building. regret hangs heavy in the air, the what-ifs echoing in your mind.

he pulls back slightly, cupping your face and tilting your chin up to look at him. his eyes search yours, a thousand of emotions flickering in their depths.

"i never thought this would happen," he says. "i never thought my life would come to an end this way, but with you in my arms, it doesn't feel like the worst thing in the world."

his thumbs brush over your lips, trying to memorize the feel of your mouth. "i wish we could have a real dance," he says, irony lacing his tone. "on a proper floor, with music, and without the world coming down around us."

"well, we could always pretend," you reply, attempting a smile through the bittersweet moment.

he quirks an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "you want to pretend we're at the yule ball in the middle of a crumbling room?"

your heart clenches at how absurd it sounds, but a part of you desperately longs for it. "yes," you answer quietly.

he laughs softly, disbelief mixing with affection in his voice. he senses the finality creeping up, the imminent collapse of the surroundings serving as a reminder of the impending end. he gently tightens his grip, his voice a soothing whisper. "close your eyes," he commands, soft but firm. you comply, shutting out the chaos around you and focusing on his voice.

he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a quiet, urgent tone. "imagine we're somewhere else." there's a note of pleading in his voice, a desperation to escape reality.

you imagine brighter, happier scenes, anywhere but the crumbling space you're trapped in. then, you feel it. his lips on yours in a fleeting, powerful kiss, filled with love, regret, longing, and acceptance.

"i love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a ragged whisper filled with an intensity that pierces through the chaos around you.

his words ring in your ears, the declaration both a comfort and a painful farewell. his hand caresses your face one last time, a gesture filled with affection and a silent goodbye. "i love you. endlessly."