One bitter drink was all it took for the world to turn to static. You aren’t part of his inner circle, and you certainly aren’t his—but when the room starts to tilt and your limbs turn to lead, calling him is a lizard-brain instinct. Draco arrives not as a hero, but as a storm, forced to navigate a room full of predatory friends and jealous rivals while realizing exactly how far he’ll go to keep you breathing.