CD

Draco Malfoy only comes to you when the night gets too quiet. When the whiskey stops working. When the memories become too loud. When being alone becomes unbearable. You’re his midnight call, his secret, his escape. He never stays until morning—and you’ve convinced yourself you don’t want him to. But every 2 a.m. “Please, let me come over” makes it harder to remember where the line between love and addiction was supposed to be. Because Draco doesn’t come to you when he’s happy. He comes to you when he’s coming down. 🥀 Inspired by “Coming Down” by The Weeknd.