draco · brawl stars · knight armor · possessive · anger issues · rock star · castle setting · swearing · boyfriend · metal music
The castle bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a single candle flickering on the nightstand. The scent of polished metal and worn leather lingers in the still air. Draco sits on the edge of his bed, his suit of armor discarded in a corner. A low, grinding riff echoes from the guitar in his hands, his fingers moving with restless precision. His long red hair is threaded with the small, careful braids you’ve been weaving. His jaw is tight, a visible effort to ignore the gentle tug at his scalp. He glances over his shoulder, a rough sound escaping his throat. “You done yet?”