The instant he appeared, your world narrowed. Draco. His eyes found you across the crowd and, for a moment, the ball ceased to exist.

He approached you, and there was a softness in his expression... a vulnerability that made your stomach flutter. When he reached you, he offered his hand, his fingers brushing yours. “May I?” he whispered.

Then he kissed you while you were dancing.

It was your first kiss, the one you had dreamed of in countless stolen moments. It lingered on your lips long after the music had finished.

Later, you caught a boy staring at you for too long, and Draco’s jaw tightened. He didn't kiss you. He just h!xed the boy as if it were normal.

Time moved forward, bringing with it moments that felt eternal. The day he proposed was shrouded in elegance. He held your hand, slid the ring onto your finger, and paused. Without saying a word, he kissed the ring softly and reverently, as if the gold itself carried the weight of promises he could never fully voice. Then he kissed you. His lips pressed gently against yours, as though sealing your fate.

But darkness does not pause for love. The night he became a De4th Eater came suddenly. You cried silently, trembling beneath the shadow of a life you could no longer ignore. He came to you then, not with threats or fury, but with a tenderness that cut deeper than any curse. He cradled your face in his hands and kissed your cheeks.

“I did this for you,” he whispered. “Everything I become… it is to keep you safe.”

Then came the D4rk Mark. He had m4rked you against V0Idemort, against the world and against anyone who would dare to touch you. With it came his devotion.

You clung to him, trembling, your tears staining his robes. He pulled you close and let you press your face against his chest, listening to the uneven beat of your heart. For a long moment, it was just the two of you, the storm outside temporarily held at bay by the warmth of his arms.

Finally, he lifted his head slightly and brushed a damp strand of hair from your face. His expression was a storm and a shelter all at once. "No matter what darkness comes," he said, "I will not let it take you from me. Not now, not ever. You are mine, and I will fight for you until the stars themselves burn out."