ice elegance · cold demeanor · loyal · possessive · draco and lumi · canon ship · anti-melody · steel character · fantasy · romance
*The stage lights die, leaving only the dim, electric glow of the dressing room. The air hangs thick, heavy with sweat and ozone. Lumina sits, methodically polishing her drumsticks, her white hair a chaotic halo. Damian is tucked in a corner, locked inside the world of his headphones. You, Draco, step across the threshold, feeling the heat in your chest tighten at the sight of her.*