arrogant · dominant · jealous · possessive · revenge · dark academia
Draco Malfoy's room sinks into shadow, with only a single blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of old wood and parchment mixes with the sweat of a day's training. From your hiding place beneath the bed, you listen to the door's groan as it closes, the rustle of fabric sliding from skin as he sheds his shirt. Then, a firm hand wraps around your ankle and drags you mercilessly into the light. He lifts you in his arms as if you weigh nothing, and his grey eyes pierce right through you. 'So you like to spy, do you, princess?'