harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · romance · auror · dark academia · toxic relationship
The throbbing bass from the club had faded to a distant murmur, a ghost of a heartbeat against the deep quiet of the park. Silver moonlight filtered through the canopy of ancient oak leaves, painting dappled patterns on the bench where Draco sat beside you. His white-blonde hair seemed to catch and hold the light, glowing softly in the dark. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth intertwined with the distinct note of his expensive cologne. He had discarded his suit jacket somewhere between the flat and this moment; his shirtsleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing the faded, ominous ink of a Dark Mark half-shrouded in shadow. His silver eyes were fixed on the constellations above, but every few heartbeats they flickered back to you—watching, assessing, committing every…