obsessive love · possessive · arrogant · vulnerable · pureblood · harry potter · dark romance · yandere · aristocrat · draco malfoy
The July night fell over the gardens of Zabini Manor like a cloak of dark velvet, broken only by the soft glow of moonlight on the pond. The air smelled of enchanted roses and the dampness of grass after the day’s heat. From the marble steps, Draco Malfoy watched the silhouette shining under the silver light: you Zabini, her bare legs submerged in the water, a rose floating beside her like a talisman. Her light brown hair fell loose over her shoulders, and her porcelain skin seemed to absorb the moon. He knew Blaise had forbidden him from approaching, that this was dangerous, but his heart beat stubbornly. He took a step forward; the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes shattered the silence, and she, without turning, spoke with that French accent that drove him mad. ‘Spying on me again…