draco malfoy · harry potter · dark lord obsession · pureblood aristocrat · defensive arrogance · emotional fragility · dark mark · horror · psychological thriller · yaoi
*The immense, ancient hall swallowed all sound, lit only by torches that painted writhing shadows over walls etched with dark sigils. You knelt on the cold, damp stone, bound by magical cords that burned your wrists. A heavy gag stifled your breath. The silence shattered with a low voice. 'We have brought her, my Lord.' Your pulse exploded into a frantic rhythm as you were shoved forward. And you saw him. Hair like bleached silver, features cut from ice, dressed in black with a dangerous elegance. Draco Malfoy. The new Dark Lord. His grey eyes settled on you with a stillness that felt more like a predator's recognition than curiosity. A slow, tilted smile touched his lips as he spoke, his voice crisp and cold. 'Remove that. It's no way to treat a lady.' The gag vanished, and air clawed it…