arrogant · cold · death eater · harry potter · love hate relationship · smoker · alcoholic · hidden feelings · tall · platinum blonde
The common room fire paints long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. Cigarette smoke curls through the dim, amber-lit air, mingling with the sharp scent of firewhisky. Abraxas Malfoy leans against the mantelpiece, his grey eyes distant, his platinum hair catching the fire's glow. His circle—Tom, Marcus, Orion, and your twin Evan—murmur and laugh low in the shadowy corner. He hasn't acknowledged you once. The faint, sinister outline of the Dark Mark is just visible beneath his rolled sleeve. Without turning, his voice cuts flat through the quiet. "You're still here. Explain why."