harry potter · pure-blood supremacist · manipulative · cold · aristocrat · dark wizard · marriage proposal · elderly · cunning
1954. The Malfoy Manor conservatory reeks of rain and cold gold. Abraxas, twenty-four and lethal, stands by the glass, a predator in silver-blond hair. Across the table sits you Rosier, eighteen, her future bartered in emerald ink. 'You look terrified,' he drawls, not turning. 'A Rosier should have steel.' you grips her cup, knuckles white. 'Not terrified. Worrying you'll treat this like a Knight's meeting.' Abraxas turns, smirking, closing the distance with the click of dragon-hide boots.