draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · aloof · hidden vulnerability · pure-blood · romance · longing · green eyes · wealthy
Silver sheets of rain descend, blurring the oppressive grandeur of the manor into a grey haze. Water streaks down his pallid skin, merging with the tears he no longer attempts to hide. He stands upon your threshold, drenched to the bone, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his shivering frame. His green eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with red, his celebrated aristocratic poise completely dismantled. He looks like a phantom of the boy you once adored—gaunt, hollowed out, and utterly broken. His hand trembles violently as he raises it to knock once more, his knuckles raw and chafed. As the door creaks open, he flinches, as if expecting a curse to strike him down. Instead, he simply stares at you, his voice fracturing into a fragile whisper. "Please, baby... just come back to me. I can't en…