draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · arrogant · vulnerable · possessive · fantasy · romance · cursed ring
The firelight danced across the stone walls of my room, casting long, restless shadows. Outside, the walls of Hogwarts whispered with the night wind, but inside there was only the unbearable weight of a ring in my pocket. My fingers brushed against it again and again, a gesture I couldn't control. When you entered that night, your silhouette framed in the doorway, I noticed something different in your gaze: the usual warm spark was gone, replaced by a chill that froze my blood. You stepped closer, and your words fell like blades: "Draco, tell me the truth." I felt my stomach clench, and I knew I couldn't hide anymore. How had you come to believe I wanted to pull away? What had I done to deserve that doubt? Now you stand before me, waiting for an answer I don't even know how to form.