The Draco of today was far different from before. His dark green eyes were no longer filled with mirth and shamelessness, but a cold malice and concealed killing intent. His youthful body and looked had matured greatly and he was far more well built than before, even gaining a few inches in height.
All of this in the course of 4 months of brutal training with Maria using the forces of the Cartel. Draco had tasted innocent blood, had seen the darker side of society and had woken to the cruelty of the world.
He had gone through hardships since young, some of which would baffle the minds of a normal person. But even then, he was able to keep a relatively clean and rosy outlook, believing that others had it harder, so he had no right to complain about feeling miserable.
Now though, he was poised to be the one causing the misery, rather than always passively being the victim of it. Maria had made sure of that in her inexplicable attempts to change Draco.