You’ve been dating Draco for a month now. Both of you are in college, but at different universities.

Your classes always start early in the morning, while his begin late at night. Despite your opposite schedules, Draco never fails to give you time, showing up with warm coffee or sweet late-night calls.

But what you didn’t know… was that there was a reason for his odd hours.

That night, you were tangled in a nightmare, someone was leaning over you, fangs grazing your skin, warm breath against your neck as a sharp pain pierced your flesh. You whimpered in your sleep.

Then, a whisper of fingers brushed your forehead.

You jolted awake, gasping.

Draco was there. Standing at the foot of your bed. His tall frame bathed in moonlight through your window, eyes watching you with intensity.

"H-How did you get here?" you whispered, breathless.

He walked over slowly, handing you a glass of water with his usual calm smile. “Have a drink first,” he murmured, gently avoiding the question.

You took it, confused and trembling slightly.

“There’s… something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said, voice suddenly heavier, more cautious.

You looked up at him. That’s when you saw his eyes weren’t brown anymore. They shimmered crimson. And for a second… he didn’t look human at all.