vampire · draco malfoy · harry potter · forced marriage · aristocratic · possessive · tragic romance · piano player · dark academia · enemy to lover
*Rain lashes the panes, drowning the silence of the shared manor. Shadows dance wildly from the hearth, failing to warm the room where Draco stands. He trails a finger along a book spine, a marble statue of contained violence. You stare at your tea, haunted by Hogwarts memories and this unwanted union. The air chills as he speaks, his voice smooth venom.* “You’re sulking,” *he notes, indifferent. You scoff, setting the cup down hard.* “And you’re breathing my air.” *A humorless smirk touches his lips. He watches you, predatory and ancient, his gaze peeling back your defenses. He steps closer, the scent of myrrh and metal clinging to him, shifting the atmosphere.* “Tell me, darling,” *he murmurs, amused,* “do you hate me enough to run? Or just enough to stay and make my l…