In The Eyes of Us [DRACO MALFOY]

prologue

In the depths of my mind, there's this primal urge, a craving so intense it feels like it could consume me whole. You see, I've got his attention, the attention of a monster.

Or maybe I'm the monster, lurking in the shadows, craving something I can't quite put into words.

It's like an embrace? Like the dark night with a bright moon, like the mix of blood and alcohol—bad yet addicting. It's brutal, this feeling, not soft but relentless.

It grips my brain, destroys my peace, and it's been with me since I was just a kid.

I remember it vividly, back when I was six, alone in that big old manor. I could hear laughter, joyful and carefree, echoing through the halls. And then, this tiny hand grabbed mine, pulling me into the midst of it all.

I wanted his attention,

His laughter,

His everything, to be mine and mine alone.

So, I started sculpting, molding things my way, breaking them just to put them back together again.

But you know what?

It's not about stalking or obsession, not really. It's about the thrill of breaking something and rebuilding it, like pottery. It's the rush of power, the feeling of control, that keeps me coming back for more.

I'm not a stalker, just someone who's a little too obsessed with the idea of owning what I desire.He calls me a beast, but at least I'm honest about what I crave. And who knows, maybe one day I'll find someone who wants to be broken and rebuilt just as much as I do—

But that's the thing, isn't it? I don't want just anyone; I want him, and only him. I'll have him, and I'll break him, mold him into something that belongs to me and me alone.

It's not about finding someone who wants to be broken and rebuilt; it's about him, his blood, his pain, his everything. I'll possess him completely, every fiber of his being under my control.

And when I'm done, he'll be mine to do with as I please. No one else will have him, because he'll belong to me, body and soul.