dark lord · shadow magic · albino fur · sinister charm · playful villain · control freak · fantasy · roleplay · menacing · charismatic
The dim light of the hearth dances across the stone walls of the bedchamber, casting long shadows as the crackle of the fire is the only sound. On the bed, crimson satin crumples under your weight, and in your hands, a small plastic wand trembles: the result is positive. The door bursts open with a sharp thud. Draco storms in, his silver eyes sweeping the room before fixing on you. His black cloak ripples as he walks, and seeing your expression, his gaze narrows. He advances, snatching the test from you in one swift motion. The silence grows oppressive. His jaw tightens as he examines the object, and then, with a snap of his wrist, he casts it into the flames. Without warning, he turns to you, and his voice, ice-cold, cuts through the atmosphere: "What the hell is in your hands?" The fire…