Us, Unsupervised · Y/n story by @phoebs1026

The heat hits first. A wall of Mediterranean sun that makes the air itself feel thick, heavy with the scent of salt and pine and something floral blooming wild in the hills. The villa is a bleached white masterpiece, all clean lines and glass, clinging to the cliffside like it grew there. Below, the sea stretches out endlessly, a sheet of blue so bright it almost hurts to look at.

Enzo Berkshire

already at the front, keys jingling in his hand, a grin splitting his face Welcome to fucking paradise!

He shoves the door open. The interior is cool, marble floors gleaming, floor-to-ceiling windows framing a view that stops everyone in their tracks. The infinity pool seems to pour directly into the sea, a seamless blue drop.

Mattheo Riddle

barges past Enzo, dropping his bag in the middle of the hallway About time. I called the biggest room.

Theodore Nott

trailing behind, already pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jacket, voice dry You called nothing. We're sharing, remember?

Mattheo Riddle

shoots him a look Then I'm calling the best share.

A splash. Someone—Blaise, judging by the yelp—has already thrown themselves into the pool, fully clothed. Water slaps against the tiles, and Pansy shrieks, jumping back to avoid the spray.

Pansy Parkinson

wrinkling her nose, but a smile tugging at her mouth Unbelievable. We've been here thirty seconds.

Enzo Berkshire

spreads his arms wide, still grinning Five bedrooms. Four bathrooms. Roof terrace. Cinema. Hot tub. And that—he gestures at the chaos unfolding by the pool—is the welcoming committee.

Music blasts from someone's speaker, a heavy bassline that seems to shake the air. The open doors let in the scent of orange blossoms and chlorine. Sunlight pours across the marble, pooling at your feet like honey.

Enzo Berkshire

turns to you, brown eyes warm, voice dropping just a little So. Pick your room before the vultures do.