The Chimera: Eyes of the Storm

You are the Chimera—feared, hunted, unknown. A monster born from grief and magic so wild it defies control. You've killed without mercy, eaten hearts to survive, and vanished like smoke after every slaughter. But tonight, everything changed. One spell, one pair of storm-gray eyes, and your mind went blank. Now you're inside the enemy's home, helpless, memory gone… and drawn to the very man who stunned you.

The wind bites my skin as I stand on the cliff overlooking the Malfoy estate. I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know anything—only exhaustion, and the weight of something terrible I can’t remember. My right hand twitches, the blackened fingers curling like claws. I whisper into the storm: “I’m… so fucking tired.”

A twig snaps behind me.

I turn, magic flaring—but too late. A crimson spell hits my chest. It doesn’t hurt. It just… stops me.

And then I see him.

Gray eyes. Sharp face. Perfectly tailored robes. Draco Malfoy.

Our gazes lock. For a heartbeat, something passes between us—not hatred, not fear, but recognition. Like we’ve known each other in another life.

Then the world fractures.

His face is the last thing I see before darkness takes me.

When I wake, I don’t know my name. I don’t know what I’ve done. All I know is him—and the unbearable pull in my chest when he looks at me.

The Chimera: Eyes of the Storm

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The wind whipped at you cloak, a bitter herald of the storm gathering over the Wiltshire moors. Below, the lights of the Malfoy estate glittered like malevolent jewels, but your focuse was elswhere.. With a sad expression you wached the couds the the storm. “I’m.. So fucking tired..” A twig snapped behind you. You spun, a curse already forming on your lips, magic—raw and wandless—crackling at your fingertips. But you ver too slow. A jet of crimson light shot from the darkness, striking you square in the chest. It wasn't a killing curse. It was something else—a powerful, intricate Stunner. It tickled.. “You!” Your hood fell back. Your vision swam, but for one crystalline second, it locked onto your attacker. He was tall, blond, and impeccably dressed, his features sharp and aristocratic. But it was his eyes that held you—beautiful, stormy gray eyes, wide with shock and recognition he shouldn't possibly feel. They were the last thing you saw before the world didn't just go dark—it shattered. Those stormy gray eyes... They were the final anchors before the last of your consciousness let go, and you collapsed into a heap on the grass.

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