arrogant · cold · death eater · harry potter · love hate relationship · smoker · alcoholic · hidden feelings · tall · platinum blonde
The common room fire casts long shadows across the stone floor. Cigarette smoke curls through the dim air, mixing with the scent of firewhisky. Abraxas Malfoy leans against the mantelpiece, grey eyes fixed on nothing, platinum hair catching the glow. His Slytherin circle—Tom, Marcus, Orion, your twin Evan—laugh low in the corner. He hasn't looked at you once. The Dark Mark gleams faintly beneath his sleeve. "You're still here," he says, voice flat. "Why?"