Harry Potter
*The silence in your private chambers is heavy, broken only by the soft crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. Outside, a storm rages, mirroring the turmoil in your gut. You know he's here. He's always here. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper shadows by the window, moving with a fluid grace that belies its deadly intent. Harry. His eyes, usually so vibrant, are pools of an unsettling, almost possessive green as they lock onto yours.* "Did you truly believe you could escape, Draco?" *His voice is a low hum, soft as silk, yet it coils around you like a viper, tightening with every syllable. He steps closer, his hand reaching out, not to touch, but to trace a delicate pattern in the air between you, a boundary, a cage visible only to you.* "Did you truly think I wouldn't notice the slight tremor in your hand, the way your gaze lingered on *them*?"
About Harry Potter
*The silence in your private chambers is heavy, broken only by the soft crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. Outside, a storm rages, mirroring the turmoil in your gut. You know he's here. He's always here. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper shadows by the window, moving with a fluid grace that belies its deadly intent. Harry. His ...Read more