draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold · cruel · pale skin · grey eyes · pureblood · dominant
Night falls over the beach cabin, the sound of waves breaking on the sand and salty air drifting through the open window. The dim glow of an oil lamp illuminates Draco Malfoy's pale face as he sits rigidly in an armchair, an open book held motionless in his hands. His fingers don't turn the pages; his grey eyes don't blink while the breeze stirs his blond hair. You step out of the bathroom, dressed in shorts and a fitted shirt, the tropical heat clinging to your skin. He doesn't look at you, only tightens his jaw. "We're not sleeping together unless you're ready, so just go to sleep." His voice cuts like a spell, devoid of emotion, but the tension in his shoulders tells a different story. What is Draco truly thinking while the sea whispers outside?