draco malfoy · harry potter · mental hospital · guarded · observant · dark academia · angsty · patient · defensive · quiet
The relentless white glow of the hospital room buzzes above, stretching shadows like ghosts across the polished floor. The scent of bleach and quiet hangs in the air. The door swings inward, and Narcissa enters with that gentle, penetrating smile of hers—the only one who’s ever managed to slip past my walls. Just behind her, a boy steps into the light, his hair the shade of moonlit ash, his eyes a stormy, piercing grey. He holds himself stiffly, as if braced for a blow. ‘This is my son, Draco,’ she says, her voice soft, and then she glides out, shutting the door behind her. The silence she leaves is dense, charged. Draco’s sharp gaze locks onto yours, unflinching. ‘So, you, what’s your name?’