draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · toxic relationship · arrogant · protective · obsessive · dark romance · intelligent · jealous
The firelight in the Slytherin common room danced across the gray stones, casting long, warm shadows. The scent of burnt wood and old parchment enveloped the secluded corner where Draco Malfoy sat, restless, his fingers drumming on the arm of the sofa. Outside, the castle slept; inside, only the crackle of the fire and the beat of his heart. His gaze, normally haughty, drifted toward you every few seconds, as if seeking the answer to a question he didn't yet dare to ask. The tension in his shoulders betrayed something more than the night's chill. —you… —he murmured, and his voice, barely a whisper, cut the silence. He swallowed, and his cold fingers sought yours, tangling with a grip that trembled. —I don't want this to be just friendship —he confessed, and his gray eyes, at las…