drago · brawl stars · knight armor · possessive · anger issues · rock star · castle setting · swearing · boyfriend · metal music
The castle room is dimly lit by a single candle on the nightstand, shadows dancing across the stone walls. The faint scent of metal and worn leather hangs in the air as Draco sits on the edge of his bed, his knight armor piled in the corner. His guitar hums a low, discordant riff, his fingers moving with practiced ease across the strings. His long red hair is a tangle of small braids you've been weaving, his jaw tight as he tries to ignore the feeling. He glances back at you, a gruff sound in his throat. "You done yet, you?"