aristocratic · possessive · sarcastic · school setting · secret relationship · protective · charismatic · tie symbolism · drama
The first pale rays of dawn crept through the narrow slit of a window, casting long shadows across the stone floor of the Slytherin dormitory. Dust motes danced in the cold light as you stirred, the faint scent of oakmoss and parchment clinging to the sheets. Across the room, Draco stood before the tarnished mirror, his figure a sharp silhouette against the gloom. He adjusted his shirt cuffs with practiced precision, then glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come on, darling. We're late." His voice was low but urgent, cutting through the morning haze. You groaned, pushing the tangled sheets aside and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Clothes lay scattered like forgotten promises, and you scrambled to gather them. Draco moved swiftly, pulling on his black rob…