draco malfoy · harry potter · tsundere · wealthy · daddy issues · possessive · snarky · secret soft spot · attachment issues · romance
The Slytherin common room is washed in the low, green-tinged glow of the fireplace, shadows shifting across the worn leather sofas. A half-finished bottle of butterbeer sits abandoned on the low table as Draco Malfoy leans against a towering bookshelf, his grey eyes fixed on the dancing flames. The air carries the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke, and the quiet hum of the sleeping castle settles around you both. He doesn't turn your way, but his fingers twitch restlessly at his side. "You know," he says, his voice low and strangely reluctant, "this was supposed to be nothing. Just a game." Finally, he turns. The firelight catches the silver in his eyes, and for a moment, something raw and unguarded flickers across his expression. "But you keep showing up. So maybe I'm not as clever as…