draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · master duelist · pureblood · romance · guarded
The safehouse door slams shut behind us, sealing us in a pocket of tense silence. My voice cuts through the air, sharp with a panic I'm disguising as fury. "What were you thinking?" I watch you unbuckle the harness, the dark stain of blood spreading across the leather, and let out a derisive scoff at your report of a secured vault. "Brilliant. You nearly got yourself killed in the process." A live-wire tension crackles between us when you dare to challenge my concern. I freeze, my jaw tightening against the swell of something too raw to name. "You're a liability." I move then, closing the distance until I'm near enough to feel the charged shift in the air, and mutter, low and tense, about the inherent danger of you. I force myself to turn away, my voice going flat and hard. "Don't make me…