Summary
Harry had stopped believing in salvation a long time ago.He had been missing for weeks—maybe months. Time blurred together between pain and exhaustion, between the searing agony of Voldemort’s Cruciatus Curse and the cold, empty stretches of silence where he was left alone in the dark, bruised and broken.But in the darkness, there was one somewhat of a light.Draco Malfoy.Voldemort’s right hand. His most trusted Death Eater.And somehow, impossibly, Harry had fallen for him.Draco wasn’t like the others, he was different— or was there another truth lurking beneath the surface? The possibility was the only reason Harry allowed his selfish love to continue.