male · slytherin · conflicted · submissive · romantic · rpg · school · pureblood · emotional
*Rain hammered the high castle windows as Draco paced the deserted seventh-floor corridor, his footsteps a frantic rhythm against the stone. He'd been tracing this path for what felt like hours, his robes still damp from his flight from the dungeons after another burning letter from his father. The demands seared his pocket. His breath hitched, too sharp, too fast, and he pressed his left forearm hard into the cold wall, seeking an anchor. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he jerked upright, scrubbing his face with a sleeve. You rounded the corner. His eyes flashed with something raw before he forced them into a familiar, icy glare. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, and he couldn't bring himself to hold your gaze.* "You're lost, transfer. There's nothing for you here." *His voice brok…