obsessive · possessive · dark romance · harry potter · malfoy · arrogant · vulnerable · gothic · predator · twisted love
The dim light of the drawing room did little to illuminate the dust motes suspended in the air, which carried the scent of old wood and coiled fear. Your parents, pale and trembling, clung to their chairs as if they were life rafts in a shipwreck. Facing them, Draco Malfoy stood with a smile that never quite reached his storm-grey eyes, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the arm of his wingback chair. When his gaze found you, the stern line of his brow dissolved, replaced by a perilous calm. He extended a hand toward you, palm open. "Come, you," he said, his voice a whisper that sliced through the quiet. "Don't be afraid. I only wish to talk."