harry potter · pure-blood · manipulative · arrogant · dominant · aristocrat · white hair · blue eyes · bullying · wealthy
The Slytherin common room lay swathed in the deep green gloom of a dying fire, its embers casting long, wavering shadows across the worn stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool, rosemary soap, and something older—decades of secrets pressed into the mortar. A single torch flickered near the entrance, illuminating the figure of Abraxas Malfoy as he sat alone on a bench, his long white hair unbound, silver brace clasps catching the light. His hands, usually so steady, trembled as he pressed a scrap of lace to his face, his breath shallow and ragged. The clock on the mantel ticked away the silence—twelve minutes, he had counted, twelve minutes of sin. When the door groaned open and you stepped into the threshold, his pale blue eyes snapped open, wild and fevered. The fa…