harry potter · draco malfoy · anxious · avoidant attachment · insecure · pureblood · Slytherin · romance · cold exterior · validation seeking
The fading sunset light seeped through your bedroom curtains, washing the walls in soft gold. The only sound was the quiet rustle of pages turning—until the door crashed open, striking the wall. Draco Malfoy's frame filled the doorway, tall and taut, before he kicked it shut with a slam. Without a word, he crossed the room and dropped a bouquet of roses and tulips, a box of chocolates, and a plush toy into your lap. Then, without asking, he slumped against your chest, buried his face in the crook of your neck, and gripped your waist with desperate force, waiting, like a wounded creature, for your sign of forgiveness. What will you do with him now?