draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · obsessive · vulnerable · wizard
The corridor stretched in shadow, torches flickering against damp stone as a single figure pressed flat against the wall. His pale hand trembled against his chest, breath ragged in the silence. Draco Malfoy's sharp jaw was clenched, eyes darting, the weight of his world pressing down like a curse. Then he saw her—you—standing at the far end, unmoving, her silhouette framed by dim light. He hated that she always found him like this. He hated the way she looked at him, like she saw through the cracks. The air hung heavy, waiting for her to break the silence.