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If it really did so, why then did he have so many? "To remind himself." Draco whispered as he stood transfixed in one of the many hallways, staring at his surroundings. "To remind himself of his unwanted appearance." Draco didn't know how to feel about this. Up until now he had believed Stefanos behaviour towards his looks had been merely a form of his own insecurities, and although that may be also true, Draco now knew that his reasons went far deeper than just mere insecurities. It was a trauma. Gulping down his spit, Draco left his spot and began walking again until he had reached the door to the bed chamber and pushed it open. There, Wraya was already placing his master own the large Re

The kind of room that had no purpose and therefore no softness. Draco was on the far side of it. I registered him in pieces, the way you registered things when your body was already reacting before your mind had fully caught up. The shirt on the floor somewhere behind him. The shirtless back turned toward me broad and defined and covered, across the left shoulder and down the spine, with a tattoo that was not decorative. A dragon, rendered in black ink so detailed and so large that for a moment I simply looked at it the scales, the wingspan, the specific quality of something that had been inked not as art but as record. A testimony. This happened to me and I survived it and here is the mark

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

That was when a chair flew past her head and broke into pieces against the opposite wall. Nyla didn’t even look worried. “I said that’s enough.” Draco stood in the middle of the room with raw and uncontrollable anger burning in his eyes, and all his muscles trembling with the urge to tear something or someone to pieces. Everything about him was the embodiment of a feral beast, barely holding on to his human nature. His hair was disheveled, shirt half torn, and he seemed drunk…He was drunk. The room around him was unrecognizable. Shelves were overturned, books were shredded, and expensive paintings were ripped from the walls, while a desk was split clean in half. Two unfortunate guards who ha

Gage, Leo, and Talon. He couldn’t keep in mind them. He knew he was a DJ at Talon’s club and had a fundamental impression of the man, but nothing more. He caught on they’d been companions for a long time, and he felt awful that he couldn’t keep in mind, but his intellect was fair a blank. Draco was wheeling himself down a wide corridor, cheerful that the house was enormous sufficient that he never got his chair caught in corners or entryways. He despised the chair and felt like he didn’t require it any longer, but the specialists had demanded he remain off his feet.

’ Wilhelm turned to Draco, ‘What’s this?’ Draco’s dark chuckle made him step back in fear, ‘They are my new toys.’

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

He towered over Gabriel, who himself was quite tall, at 6'4 inches, Draco's form was nearly as terrifying as his wolf was. He was tall and heavily muscled, with dyed grey hair that he kept in a bun on top of his head. Big, strong and very intimidating, but Draco could also be a big softie. Gabriel had seen him with his mate Leia. The way he doted on the woman, many would never see that side of him. "Any updates?" He asked and Draco shrugged. "The usual. We filed a case with the Werewolf Council. They said they take three days to reply but I think that's just them being annoying."