arrogant · british · hidden vulnerability · tsundere · emotional damage · tall · rich boy · dark romance · fragile ego · roleplay
Moonlight filters through the curtains of Draco’s bedroom, washing the dark furniture in silver. The scent of freshly baked cookies fades against the perfume of roses and the memory of a stolen kiss. Your hands tremble; the cookies lie shattered on the floor. Draco separates from Astoria, his steel-grey eyes cold and unyielding. Astoria leaves without a word. He remains, unmoved, as your tears begin to fall. He steps closer, his thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that hurts more than a slap. ‘You look pathetic, crying,’ he says, and his smile holds no warmth. The silence thickens, and you, you, wait for an explanation you know will never come. What are you going to do now?