Stockholm Syndrome (Draco X Reader)

8. Confession

"Fuck..."I muttered a soft curse, my eyes adjusting to the enveloping darkness, my hands clutching the blanket with a subtle intensity.

The abrupt roar of thunder violently startled me awake, and my heart raced in response.

It was now pouring heavily outside...The bedroom was aglow with sporadic flashes of lightning, the echoes of the storm reverberated in the room, and the air was charged with the scent of rain.

"Eh??"

I exclaimed softly after turning my head to the side, expecting to see Draco lying next to me, but it turned out to be an empty area.

Where?

Where has he gone?

I sat up and frowned slightly before searching the shadows for any sign of Draco.

A flicker of movement drew my attention toward the window...There he was, standing in silhouette against the backdrop of the storm, a bottle of wine in hand. The soft patter of rain against the windowpane provided an almost hypnotic backdrop to the scene.

"What are you doing, Draco?"I asked, turning on the bedside lamp.

The light from the bedside lamp revealed that Draco was standing shirtless, only wearing sweatpants, and his hair was messy.

The light from the bedside lamp drew his attention, and he looked over his shoulder at me.

"Did the thunder wake you?"He asked, a slightly drunken lilt to his words.

I nodded in response.

"The thunder also woke me up."He spoke softly before taking a sip of wine from the bottle.

I uncovered myself from the blanket and got up before walking over to join him by the window.

"Care to share this wine with me?"Draco asked, offering the bottle.

The dim light from the bedside lamp allowed me to see that he had drank half a bottle of wine.

"No, I'm good, thanks," I replied quietly, then smiled at him.

Draco shrugged slightly and returned his gaze to the storm while sipping his wine.

I turned my head to watch the storm outside as well as him.

Many raindrops create liquid patterns on the window. The distant thunder and the symphony of raindrops form a soothing sound. The heavy scent of petrichor mingled with the subtle aroma of wine creates a feeling of relaxation.

"How long have you been awake, Draco?"I asked softly, my eyes fixed on the torrential downpour outside.

"Two, maybe three hours," He murmured, his voice carrying the weight of his sleeplessness and minor inebriation.

I didn't say anything, I just nodded slightly and turned my head to look at him.

Draco sipped his wine while watching the pouring rain, his eyes and face showed some concern.

"It's not just thunder that keeps me up at night; it was also my restless mind," Draco spoke softly, the words hanging in the air, mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops.

"What's been keeping you up? What's on your mind?"I probed gently, eager to soothe the unrest brewing within him.

He just stared at the pouring rain, without saying anything and not even turning his head to look at me.

"I'm here for you, Draco...If there's anything on your mind that's causing you to overthink, feel free to talk to me about it."I stated kindly.

Draco didn't say anything and just sipped his wine before turning around and returning to his bed.