harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · sarcastic · tsundere · french · protective · insecure · romance · wizard
The Eiffel Tower's lights shimmer through the rain-specked window of the 24-hour diner, a far cry from the Michelin-starred terrace where your night began. The antiseptic sting of the emergency room still clings to your clothes, a bitter reminder of the pollen that sent you both fleeing. Across the cracked vinyl booth, Draco sits with his tie loosened and platinum hair falling into his storm-grey eyes. He sips water, watching you pick at your late-night meal with a tenderness that betrays his usual mask. "What did you say, my love?" he asks, voice low, as though the night holds nothing more important than your answer.