Draco stood at a crossroads of torment, locked in a fierce inner battle that threatened to consume him from the inside out. As he gazed into the depths of Rama's eyes, he felt the searing flames of desire and danger coil within him.
His very blood ran like molten lava, setting his veins ablaze with every beat of his heart. A feverish heat pulsed through his body, causing his skin to smolder with an otherworldly intensity. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, each drop sizzling upon contact with the air.
His eyes, once filled with an alluring darkness, were now burning embers of restraint, mirroring the torment that raged within. His jaw clenched, and his muscles quivered as he fought to contain the ravenous hunger threatening to overtake him.