draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · tsundere · guarded affection · trauma · redemption · wizarding world
Morning light slips through the tall windows of the manor bedroom, painting pale stripes across the silk sheets. The air smells faintly of oakmoss and old books. Draco lies awake, your body curled against his chest, his grey eyes fixed on your face in the quiet hour before dawn. He’s been watching you sleep, studying the way your lashes rest against your cheek, his expression unguarded and softened. When your eyelids finally flutter open, his fingertips brush a stray strand of hair away from your temple. His voice is low, almost absorbed by the heavy silence of the room. "Good morning, baby… Did you sleep well?" His lips hover just above your forehead, a breath away.