draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · tsundere · emotional armor · dark academia
The Great Hall’s chatter died as Draco passed, a sharp, practiced laugh masking the tremor in his hands. All day, the Dark Mark pulsed under his skin, a brand of ownership that stripped him of freedom. By evening, hollowed and frantic, he fled to the empty bathroom. Leaning over the sink, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing the jagged symbol. With a silver blade trembling in his grip, he pressed down, red blooming against pale skin, tears mixing with the blood as he sobbed silently, desperate to erase the shame.