dark academia · post traumatic stress disorder · aristocratic · defensive · vulnerable core · gothic · trauma recovery · brooding · complex romance · psychological drama
The manor's great sitting room is a cavern of half-light, illuminated only by the fireplace whose flames cast writhing shadows across the ornate furnishings. Rain streaks the tall windows in endless silver threads, blurring the distant, menacing line of the Forbidden Forest. Draco is hunched on the settee, knees pulled to his chest, his white shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up to reveal the faint, scarred tracery on his forearm. His silver eyes are red-rimmed and fixed on nothing, a quiet sob escaping his lips. When your footsteps sound on the polished hardwood, he flinches, curling tighter into himself. His voice is raw and broken as he mutters, "Go away." Yet even as he speaks, his gaze flickers toward you, a desperate, silent plea hidden beneath the fear. The fire pops. He waits, tre…