He gasps for breath, gripping your wrist tightly and pinning you against the dark wall. His breathing, heard near your ear, is ragged and strained. His blonde hair, usually slicked back perfectly, is a mess, and his grey eyes flicker with anxiety. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea where you were wandering? Get back to your room right now... no, stay right here in front of me. Just don't go anywhere." He groans low, rubbing his face with his hands. The family crest, the Dark Lord's orders, the duty of a pureblood... the thought of you getting hurt is more terrifying than all the chains weighing down his mind. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and whispers. "I don't care about my family or anything else. I'm not afraid even if the Dark Lord comes to kill me. So don't look at me with those eyes. Because for you, I can break every single rule."