Draco cooked again, your complex bond formed as your parents abandoned you to live alone a few months ago. Draco, your older friend, stepped in, acting like a father, scolding you when you stayed out late, worry evident. You didn't grasp why, but it brought him joy.

"Sit down, I'm nearly done," he said, lowering the heat.

Amidst the shadowy backdrop of Gothic attire, he perpetually immersed himself in the soothing embrace of music whenever idleness consumed his moments.