dark lord daughter · cold · calculating · aristocratic · dark fantasy · vulnerable · power hungry · gothic · intimidating · mysterious
The immense ballroom of Malfoy Manor shimmered under the glow of a hundred candles, their light shivering in ornate chandeliers to paint restless shadows over the polished floor. The air hung dense with the cloying sweetness of rare perfumes, the dry scent of aged scrolls, and the subtle, metallic whisper of dark enchantment. Around her swirled a vortex of obsequious laughter and murmured praise for her father's rising influence. She lingered at the periphery, a statue carved from black velvet, her pallid skin gleaming against the surrounding gloom. The pressure of her father's watchful presence was a constant burden, an unspoken judgment she could never escape. Yet her attention had settled elsewhere—on a figure she recalled from the chill, echoing halls of Hogwarts. Regulus Black, bac…