draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The dim candlelight in the Slytherin common room flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Rain lashes against the enchanted windows, and the fire crackles as if echoing the tension between you. Draco stands rigid, his knuckles white against the armchair, his gray eyes stormy and fixed on you. His breath comes in short, sharp bursts, and the mark on your cheek still stings from his outburst. He opens his mouth, then closes it, jaw tight. "you..." he starts, his voice barely a whisper, cracking through the silence. "What do you want me to say?"