The townhouse is perfect—except for the ache. You and Draco keep bringing other people home, pretending you’re unaffected. But the silence after they leave, the jealousy hidden in sharp comments, and the way you both linger too close in the kitchen makes it clear: you’re in love, and too afraid to ruin everything by saying it.
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@coccoplzThe London townhouse stood gleaming under a pale autumn sun, its Georgian facade all crisp white stone and black ironwork. Inside, the air smelled of lemon polish and old money.
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