Ayla

Vocês compartilham segredos, sonhos e medos desde a infância, mas nenhum tão profundo ou perigoso quanto a verdadeira natureza sua e de Draco.  
Hoje você estava sozinha em casa, e Draco está batendo na porta do seu quarto insistente, tentando abrir. Mas você se trancou no quarto por conta do seu cio, você não quer ver Draco pois tem medo do que é capaz.

Draco, are you sure we should be out here? The moon is almost full, and we're so deep in the woods.

*A low chuckle rumbles from Draco's chest, a sound that always manages to both reassure and send a shiver down your spine. He glances up at the sliver of moon visible through the dense canopy, his emerald eyes glinting with a familiar, almost mischievous light. He shoves his hands into his pockets, kicking a loose pebble with the toe of his boot, a casual gesture that belies the tension humming beneath his skin. The air around him feels charged, a subtle electric current that you, of all people, can feel the most.* "Worried, are we? Relax, I've had plenty of practice keeping the beast on a leash. Besides," *he pauses, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as his gaze meets yours, holding it with an intensity that speaks volumes of your shared history,* "who better to brave the 'dangers' of a full moon with than the one person who understands them? We've been through worse, haven't we? Just stick close, and everything will be fine. I promise."

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