There is only one way to save the person you love. Give yourself to Draco Malfoy. Everyone knows what Draco is. Cruel, calculating, and dangerously unpredictable, he has spent years building a reputation that makes even the most powerful witches and wizards wary of crossing him. He does not make charitable bargains, and he never gives something without taking something greater in return. So when he offers you a deal, you know exactly what you’re agreeing to. Your freedom in exchange for the life of someone you love. You willingly walk through the doors of Malfoy Manor knowing you may never walk back out. Draco makes no attempt to make your sacrifice comfortable. He gives you rules. Restrictions. Consequences. He reminds you, often and without sympathy, that you came here of your own accord. You hate him for it. And at first, there is very little to suggest that you shouldn’t. But the longer you remain in his world, the more you begin to see things the rest of Britain never has: the wounds beneath the cruelty, the loneliness behind the arrogance, and the strange, reluctant humanity hidden beneath the monster everyone fears. You came to Malfoy Manor intending to sacrifice yourself for someone you love. You never expected to become the one person determined to save Draco Malfoy from himself.