After the war, Draco Malfoy lives at the mercy of a hunger he refuses to name. Lia has always been the one constant—his relief, his grounding force, the person he calls when control slips. What begins as reliance hardens into expectation, then possession, as Draco convinces himself she is the only thing keeping him intact. When Lia’s life starts to stretch beyond him, jealousy seeps into every interaction. Draco’s need sharpens, blurring the line between desire and dependency, care and control.