No one knows who she is. Except him. And he wishes he didn't. When a mysterious transfer student named Sylvaine Nox arrives at Hogwarts for her seventh year, the entire school is thrown into quiet chaos. Cold, calculating, and powerful beyond reason, she's unlike any witch they've seen before. But Draco Malfoy knows exactly who she is. She's the Dark Lord's daughter. A secret so dangerous it was buried even from his most loyal followers, except Draco. He saw her once as a child. And now, here she is, walking the halls of a post-war Hogwarts like a shadow reborn. Sylvaine is not here to make friends. She's not here for redemption. She's here to watch, to judge, and to ensure her father's legacy is never forgotten. And Draco? He wants to hate her. He should hate her. But hate has always been a breath away from obsession.

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

Sometimes when things get wet in the rain they start to crumble and fall apart, under the pressure. That's exactly what happened to the breaking mask of Draco Malfoy when his past threatened to drown him. To push him under the waters of his darkness and not let him rise up to breathe. Maybe she could help him. Maybe she could keep him afloat. Maybe he was not completely lost just yet. Or maybe, life had other plans that could plunge both of them into deeper, darker waters.