"Y/N..."
"Y/N..."
Draco's soft voice whispered close to my ear, his warm breath tickling my cheek. It made me stir, my eyelids fluttering open to find his face mere inches from mine. The sight of him brought back the painful memories of our argument earlier, and I instinctively turned away, rolling onto my side to face the opposite direction. I didn't want to see him or be reminded of the hurtful words we had exchanged.
I had cried myself to sleep after the fight, the tears finally overwhelming me until exhaustion claimed me. Now, the darkness outside the window indicated that night had fully fallen, the only light in the room coming from the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
"Y/N..." Draco's voice broke through my thoughts again, and I felt his hand gently resting on my shoulder as if he was afraid to touch me too firmly.
I didn't respond, choosing instead to stare out the window, my heart still heavy with the pain of his earlier words.
"Y/N..." He repeated, his voice filled with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the coldness I had heard earlier. His hand squeezed my shoulder gently, almost imploringly.
"Get away from me. Get out of this room. I don't want to see your face."I snapped, my voice thick with annoyance and lingering anger.
Draco hesitated for a moment, but instead of leaving, I felt his hand slide from my shoulder down to my upper arm. His touch was warm, but I resisted the comfort it offered.
"I know you're mad at me, Y/N. But it's already 9:30 p.m., and I want you to get out of bed and eat something."He said softly, his tone calm and measured.
"I'm not hungry. And don't give me orders. I'm not going to follow anything you say."I shot back, my irritation flaring again.
"I'm not ordering you, Y/N...I'm just worried about you. You haven't eaten anything since noon, and you've been in this room all day. I just want you to eat something, please" Draco replied gently.
His concern only made me feel more bitter. I moved slightly away from him to put a little more distance between us, still refusing to meet his gaze.
"You don't need to worry about me...A woman like me isn't worthy of your concern." I muttered bitterly.
Draco moved closer, his warmth pressing against my back, and before I could react, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture made my breath hitch.
"You deserve the best in the world." He murmured against my skin.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
"Just a girlfriend who's ready to leave you for another man at any time, right? Why should I deserve the best in the world?... A bad girlfriend like me doesn't deserve anything good."
Draco fell silent at my words, and for a moment, I thought he might actually leave me alone. But then I felt the bed shift as he moved, and before I could protest, he laid his head on my pillow and wrapped his strong arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace from behind.
"Let me go," I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, as I tried to pry his arm off my waist.
But instead of releasing me, Draco held me tighter, his grip gentle but unyielding. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I shivered as he planted a soft kiss on my skin.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
My anger wavered, a flicker of warmth sparking in my chest despite myself. But I couldn't let go of the hurt so easily.
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Stockholm Syndrome (Draco X Reader)
FanficI am an ordinary woman, not rich, not famous, just a clerk in a small bookstore. Of course, an ordinary woman like me would be of no interest to anyone, so I was perplexed as to why I was suddenly kidnapped...And the man who kidnapped me was a stran...
