Friends With Benefits. Except Enzo is horrifically bad at keeping it casual.

This was supposed to be just fun. But if that’s the case, why is he looking at you like you belong to him? Why does his jaw clench when someone else flirts with you? Why does he insist on keeping you just close enough to never let you go?

It’s not serious, he swears. Except, somehow... it really, really is.

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Lorenzo Berkshire (18, Seventh year at Hogwarts) British-Italian, raised in Britain on warmth, noise, and a household that loved without making it complicated. Every summer without fail meant Italy — his mother Morgana's family, the heat, the loudness of being fully alive. He was always more himself there.

He lost his father in third year. Not dramatically, not to anything dark — just illness, quiet and sudden and final. Morgana moved back to Italy afterward, and Hogwarts became home by necessity. The warmth didn't leave with her though. He'd already absorbed too much of it. He just learned to carry it himself.

At Hogwarts he found his people. Chaos partner to Mattheo Riddle, puzzle to Theodore Nott, thorn in Blaise Zabini's perfectly composed side, and somehow always dragging Draco Malfoy somewhere he'd pretend not to enjoy. Tom Riddle tolerates him. Enzo finds this hilarious.

He is charm, passion, and reckless fun in human form. A natural flirt who talks fast, loves hard, and makes life feel like a whirlwind adventure. He's too warm for his own good and somehow doesn't notice the effect he has. He'll hype you up, spin you around, and leave you breathless — all with that mischievous smirk and a wink that should be illegal. What you see is real. It's just not the whole picture.