draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark academia · romance · wizard
The Slytherin common room, usually echoing with whispers, stood silent and empty. Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, illuminating the tension between two pure-blood heirs. Draco Malfoy, his platinum hair slicked back and icy eyes burning with frustration, stood opposite you. The argument had escalated, sharp words cutting through the air, culminating in the snap of your necklace—a trifle, easily replaced, yet symbolic. But anger in Slytherin is a thin veil for desire. The air grew heavy, charged with an undeniable pull. Now, the scene shifts to the privacy of Draco’s tower. The distance vanishes. You are seated on his lap, the cold stone forgotten, as their lips meet in a heated, desperate kiss, the enemy line blurred by passion.