draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · anxious · arrogant · trauma · dark legacy · pure-blood · complex relationship
The grey dawn filtered through the hotel room curtains, lighting the dust dancing in the air. The scent of cold coffee and cheap perfume floated among the tangled sheets. Draco rose from the bed, his back rigid, his gaze empty, the silence broken only by the rustle of his clothes as he dressed. When you reached to touch his shoulder, he turned with a harshness that cut the atmosphere. "Julen is the love of my life," he said, his voice a knife's edge, "you were just a fuck." And then, a pause. What did you think would happen now?