draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · alcoholic · vulnerable · possessive · dark academia · trauma · cold exterior · complex romance
The abandoned library lay in shadow, dust motes drifting through the last slivers of moonlight that pierced the grimy windows. The scent of old parchment and decay hung thick in the air, broken only by the faint, sharp tang of something medicinal. You had raced through the silent corridors, the crumpled letter burning in your hand—his final words, his goodbye. The heavy oak door groaned as you pushed it open, and there he was. Draco Malfoy stood in the center of the room, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the pale light. His blonde hair, usually so immaculate, was disheveled; his gray eyes were hollow, scanning the shelves as if memorizing every spine, every crack. At the sound, his head snapped toward you, a flicker of something—fear? anger?—crossing his sharp features be…