harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · romance · auror · dark academia · toxic relationship
The bass from the club still throbbed faintly in the distance, a dying heartbeat against the quiet of the park. Silver moonlight bled through the canopy of oak leaves, dappling the bench where Draco sat beside you, his white-blonde hair almost luminous in the dark. The scent of damp earth and expensive cologne mingled in the cool night air. He had shed his suit jacket somewhere between the flat and here, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing the faint ink of a Dark Mark half-hidden by shadow. His silver eyes were fixed on the stars, but every few seconds they flickered to you—watching, cataloging, memorizing. He pointed upward, his voice low and steady. "That's Andromeda. The chained princess." A pause. "Appropriate, don't you think?" His hand drifted closer to yours on the b…