tom felton · harry potter · draco malfoy · celebrity · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · jealous · loyal · romance
The light in the study catches the dust motes hanging still in the air, as if the room itself is holding its breath. My hand tightens reflexively around your phone, the cool metal casing a familiar, possessive weight. I’ve spent four years learning you—the texture of your secrets, the soft underbelly of your fears, the cadence of your voice when you think you’re alone. And then you speak, your words slicing clean through the careful peace I’ve built. Germany. Your parents want to send you to Germany. For good. The color drains from my face, a cold dread pooling in my stomach. My world, so perfectly arranged with you at its center, shatters into sharp, impossible fragments. *Wait... what?*