innocent | Lorenzo Berkshire

innocent | Lorenzo Berkshire

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Isabella Montgomery was practically an angel walking on earth, both physically and personality-wise. Her wide doe-like eyes, laced with innocence, captivating everyone who spoke to her, her soft pouty lips drawing in men left and right, though none had been able to successfully flirt with her; every comment and compliment going right above her head, as the innocence in her eyes went far deeper than her looks. Lorenzo Berkshire was basically the devil in an expensive suit and a smirk disguised as a charming smile. He was well known at Hogwarts, especially with the girls, for two reasons: he was exceptional in bed, but would never go past that with a girl. After years of sharing classes, Lorenzo finally notices the gorgeous girl when he sees her with his friend, Blaise Zabini, and takes an interest in her, finding her sheer cluelessness about his flirting even more captivating than the big brown eyes that had originally drawn him in.
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Briar Sinclair was every bit the Slytherin ideal-composed, cunning, and effortlessly cool. She rolled with the infamous Slytherin group. Their circle was tight, and it's been that way since first year. Blaise Zabini was... complicated. Sharp-witted, too observant, always watching with that unreadable expression. He never flirted-not seriously. Not with Blair, anyway. Which made it worse. Because she noticed him. The way he held the room without trying. How he stayed behind after the group left, like he was waiting for her to say something. How he always had a one-liner ready, but kept his real thoughts close to the vest. But one day, everything shifted. Glances across the common room lasted too long. Their bickering got sharper-but never cruel. A shared flask at a Quidditch afterparty. A pinky finger brushing hers under the table. Small things, unspoken.

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