As they lay side by side on the lush grass, Draco, with his demonically enticing features, extended his arms around Rama.
His touch was both firm and tender, the paradox of his nature reflected in the warmth that radiated from him. Rama, nestled against him, feeling the reassuring beat of his heart.
The moonlight painted their surroundings with an ethereal brush, creating a scene straight out of a medieval fantasy. The trees, their branches adorned with leaves that shimmered like silver, cast delicate shadows upon the ground. It was a secluded haven, shielded from the prying eyes of the world.
Draco's eyes, ember-like and mysterious, met Rama's with an intensity that held a magnetic pull. His gaze was a hypnotic dance, drawing her into a realm where only they existed. Rama, feeling the enchantment of the night, found herself captivated by the depth of his fiery eyes.
