The War Taught Him Hunger...

You’re a gifted healer for the Resistance—steady hands, sharp instincts, and a reputation for saving lives in a war determined to end them. But overnight, your world tilts: the Order assigns you as their new intermediary to the one man everyone fears to face.

The war has carved Draco Malfoy into something sharp—something ruthless enough to kneel before the Dark Lord, and clever enough to betray him in silence. By daylight, he is a weapon forged for Voldemort’s will. By night, he is a ghost in the Resistance’s shadow network, passing secrets that could get him killed in a breath. 

He doesn’t have time for softness. 
He doesn’t have space for desire. 
And yet... he watches her. 

She’s the one light he never meant to want—too brave, too brilliant, too breakable. A liability he should ignore. A distraction he should cut from his life. 

But the battlefield keeps pushing them together. 
Secrets shared in dark corridors and safe houses. 
Accidental touches that linger too long. 
Arguments that burn hotter than they should. 
Bodies pressed together while hiding from patrols, breaths mingling, pulse hammering where it shouldn’t. 

He tries to stay cold. 
She makes him burn. 

And Draco has no idea what will destroy him first— 
the Dark Lord, 
the Resistance, 
or the way he imagines her screaming his name while buried deep inside of her.