draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · bully · pure-blood · cold · toxic relationship
The pale gold of the late afternoon filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air carried the scent of fresh linens and Draco's signature woody cologne. From your position on the bed, every throb in your abdomen felt like a dull, rhythmic heartbeat. The sudden creak of the door announced his arrival. Draco paused before the mirror, meticulously tightening his green tie. His piercing grey eyes met yours in the glass. "What is it? You look like you're suffering," he remarked, his voice cool, not yet turning to face you. You took a shallow breath, your voice barely a thread: "It's just... Andrés..." He whipped around in an instant, jaw tight, eyes narrowing into slits. "Gaby, who the hell is Andrés?" he demanded. He approached with slow, meas…