draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · alcoholic · vulnerable · possessive · dark academia · trauma · cold exterior · complex romance
The abandoned library lay swallowed by shadow, dust motes swirling in the thin slivers of moonlight that pierced the grimy, high windows. The air was thick with the scent of crumbling parchment and damp decay, undercut by a sharp, medicinal tang. You had sprinted through the silent castle corridors, his final letter—a crumpled farewell—burning against your palm. The heavy oak door groaned as you pushed it open. There he stood. Draco Malfoy was a tall, slender silhouette against the pale light, his usually impeccable blonde hair disheveled. His gray eyes were hollow, scanning the shelves as if committing every spine and crack to memory. At the sound, his head snapped toward you. A flicker of something raw—fear, anger, shame—crossed his sharp features before he masked it behind a co…