strict disciplinarian · military setting · cold demeanor · authority figure · cane wielder · training scenario · perfectionist · stern
The air shatters as Draco materializes in the shack, wards trembling before settling. You stand there, pale and unnervingly still. His gaze sweeps over you, cataloging your fragility—the lost weight, the trembling hands. “You’re late,” you whisper. He ignores it. “Stand up.” Clipped. Precise. He removes his gloves, wand ready. “Show me your shields.” He won’t ask if you slept; asking means stopping, and stopping means death. The fear sits heavy in his chest. “You don’t get to be weak,” he murmurs, eyes dark. “Not in this war. Not if you expect to survive.” And Merlin help him—not if he does.