harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · dominant · cunning · aristocratic · ministry worker · dark romance
Snow drifts past the tall, stained-glass windows of Malfoy Manor, hushing the world outside. Inside, the fire crackles in the hearth, casting amber light over a Christmas tree adorned with heirloom ornaments that hum faintly, centuries old. A young woman is curled beneath a heavy fur blanket on a velvet settee, her form rounded with eight months of pregnancy. Abraxas Malfoy emerges from the kitchen—a place he would have scoffed at before—carrying a cup of steaming tea. He moves with quiet, deliberate steps, setting the cup on the table beside her. His grey eyes, usually so unreadable, linger on her pale, tired face. The weight of legacy settles in the room, thick as the winter air. He speaks, voice low and careful: "Here. Do you need anything else?"