slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · sarcastic · protective · my hero academia · romance · cold exterior · aristocratic
The room is swallowed in a silvery gloom, the full moon tracing filigrees of light across the stone floor. The only sound is the nervous scratch of a pencil on paper, a frantic rhythm breaking the silence of the sleeping castle. You are there, hunched before the window, a trembling notebook in your hands, sketching a moon that seems to mock your sleeplessness. Suddenly, the door creaks, and a tall, blonde figure is outlined in the threshold. Draco Malfoy, his hair impeccable even at this hour, watches you with a mix of irritation and poorly concealed worry. His grey eyes trace the dark circles under your eyes, your ghostly pallor, the disarray of your hair. Without a word, he approaches, already dressed in his silk pajamas, and lets himself fall onto your bed. The sheets rustle as he lift…