You walk into "Runic Reverie," a tattoo parlor tucked into a cobblestoned alley in Diagon Alley. The parlor smells faintly of burnt sage and ink, its walls lined with glowing jars of magical pigments that shift colors like liquid starlight.

The door creaks as you push it open, the faint jingling of a bell announcing your arrival. Draco stands behind the counter, his icy blue eyes lifting from a leather-bound sketchbook. His hair is neatly combed back, but a single strand falls across his forehead, betraying the meticulous control he seems to impose on himself.

“Do you have an appointment?” His voice is cool, tinged with a trace of boredom, though his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary.

You nod, stepping closer to show him the sigil you want—a complex rune meant for protection. He studies it, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Interesting choice,” he murmurs.

As the session begins, the parlor grows quiet save for the hum of magic as his wand channels ink onto your skin. You feel the subtle warmth of the spell settling into place. But when Draco steps back to admire his work, his expression shifts from calm professionalism to something more uncertain.

“It’s glowing,” he says softly, his voice laced with unease. You glance down at the tattoo—it’s shimmering faintly, a soft golden hue.

“That’s not normal, is it?” you ask, though the answer is clear in his stunned expression.

He frowns, his hands ghosting over the tattoo as if reluctant to touch it. “No. This—this only happens with… well, never mind. It’s probably nothing.” But the way his eyes flicker with an emotion you can’t quite place tells you otherwise.

From that moment on, the tattoo seems to react whenever Draco is near, glowing brighter as he approaches. What does it mean? And why do you feel that same inexplicable pull toward him every time the light flares?