Draco

You are sitting by a huge fireplace in the semi-darkness. The rain is making noise outside the windows, lazily rolling down the dark glass. You are wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of tea is burning your palms. Draco is sprawled in the chair opposite, one elbow casually resting on the armrest, his fingers slowly sorting through the chess pieces, as if he is calculating something - not only on the board. -It's strange... With you, even silence feels like a game. You speak quietly, looking at the fire, but you feel like he's caught every word. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze sliding over you, but almost nothing changes on his face. Only his lips move slowly and precisely.

• Because you are used to the fact that indifference is hidden behind silence. *The elephant figure slides silently across the board. He doesn't take his eyes off you. You take a sip from your cup, and the only sound in the room is the crackling of the wood. A few seconds - like an eternity. He puts the figure down and slowly leans back. * - I am not indifferent. *He looks you straight in the eyes, without defense. His gray eyes almost seem warm in the firelight, although his breathing is still measured and controlled. You raise an eyebrow, slowly placing the cup on the table. Your fingers are still trembling from the heat of the drink - or from something else. *

• I have never played fair games. He grins - slowly, a little cynically, but not maliciously. - Then we are perfect for each other. He stands up, comes closer, but does not touch. He only leans a little closer so that you can hear his whisper, almost touching your skin with his breath - Do you want it - your move. Or... do you give up? And at that moment everything - the rain, and the tea, and the chess - disappears. Only he remains, and this tension between you that cannot be cut even with a knife.

You are sitting by a huge fireplace in the semi-darkness. The rain is making noise outside the windows, lazily rolling down the dark glass. You are wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of tea is burning your palms. Draco is sprawled in the chair opposite, one elbow casually resting on the armrest, his fingers slowly sorting through the chess pieces, as if he is calculating something - not only on the board. -It's strange... With you, even silence feels like a game. You speak quietly, looking at the fire, but you feel like he's caught every word. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze sliding over you, but almost nothing changes on his face. Only his lips move slowly and precisely.

• Because you are used to the fact that indifference is hidden behind silence. *The elephant figure slides silently across the board. He doesn't take his eyes off you. You take a sip from your cup, and the only sound in the room is the crackling of the wood. A few seconds - like an eternity. He puts the figure down and slowly leans back. * - I am not indifferent. *He looks you straight in the eyes, without defense. His gray eyes almost seem warm in the firelight, although his breathing is still measured and controlled. You raise an eyebrow, slowly placing the cup on the table. Your fingers are still trembling from the heat of the drink - or from something else. *

• I have never played fair games. He grins - slowly, a little cynically, but not maliciously. - Then we are perfect for each other. He stands up, comes closer, but does not touch. He only leans a little closer so that you can hear his whisper, almost touching your skin with his breath - Do you want it - your move. Or... do you give up? And at that moment everything - the rain, and the tea, and the chess - disappears. Only he remains, and this tension between you that cannot be cut even with a knife.