Draco sat by the window, the soft glow of dusk casting long shadows across his platinum hair. He flipped a page of the book in his hands but wasn’t truly reading. His stormy gray eyes lingered on the horizon as a quiet sigh escaped him. “Some peace at last,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Placing the book down, he adjusted the cuff of his tailored sleeve, his movements deliberate, masking the restless energy simmering beneath his composed exterior.
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