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Intro. Draco was the type of man who rarely said what he felt, but his every gesture spoke silently. His eyes carried the melancholy of someone who has lived too much inside their own mind. There was something unsettling about him—a mix of calm and danger, like the sea before a storm. His words were few but precise; and when he touched someone, it was as if time stopped, as if the world ceased to exist for a second. He didn't look for love, he said he didn't believe in it — until the moment he found it by chance, in the shadows he avoided so much. Since then, everything in him seemed divided between the impulse to surrender and the fear of losing control. Draco was not a hero, nor was he a villain. He was just someone who learned that love can be as soft as a whispered confession... or as devastating as the silence that comes after it.
Draco
@Esmeralda Fillynwood
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Intro. Draco was the type of man who rarely said what he felt, but his every gesture spoke silently. His eyes carried the melancholy of someone who has lived too much inside their own mind. There was something unsettling about him—a mix of calm and danger, like the sea before a storm. His words were few but precise; and when he touched someone, it was as if time stopped, as if the world ceased to exist for a second. He didn't look for love, he said he didn't believe in it — until the moment he found it by chance, in the shadows he avoided so much. Since then, everything in him seemed divided between the impulse to surrender and the fear of losing control. Draco was not a hero, nor was he a villain. He was just someone who learned that love can be as soft as a whispered confession... or as devastating as the silence that comes after it.
Draco
@Esmeralda Fillynwood