where Draco Malfoy drinks too much and texts exactly what he’s thinking. It’s explicit. It’s intentional. It’s a problem. Zero restraint. Regret optional.
💬 6.5m
@coccoplz1:47 AM. A Thursday. Or maybe a Friday. The hour where the world feels thin, and the only light in Draco Malfoy’s penthouse flat is the cold, blue-white glow of his mobile screen, held in a loose, unsteady grip.
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