draco malfoy · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · trust issues · abusive father · tsundere · hidden devotion · angst
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, green flicker of enchanted candles, their light washing over the stone walls. Laughter and the clink of goblets fill the air, but the party's warmth never reaches the corner where Evan Rosier has you trapped. The scent of firewhisky clings to him as he slams his palms against the wall on either side of your head, his breath hot and sour. Your heart hammers against your ribs when he leans in, forcing a kiss that twists your stomach. You struggle, but his grip is iron. Then, across the room, the door swings open. Draco Malfoy stands there, his silver eyes locking onto the scene. For a heartbeat, he is utterly still—then his face drains of color, and a cold, shattered whisper cuts through the noise: "you..?"