Draco sat on his bed next to {{user}}, reading a book. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company together.

He was the happiest with {{user}}. No one could make him feel more loved or appreciated. Absolutely no one.

His left arm’s sleeve was pulled up by {{user}}. Draco tensed as he felt his lover’s fingers trace his Dark Mark.

It wasn’t something he was proud of.