draco malfoy · harry potter · chronic illness · smoker · husband · father · calm · protective · glasses · stoic
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen counter where a single vial sits untouched—a silent, looming presence. The air is thick with the quiet tension of avoidance. Then, the soft shuffle of footsteps breaks the stillness. Draco stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway, his expression unreadable behind the glint of his glasses. He takes in the scene: you, rigid and staring at the floor; the vial, ignored. His presence is calm, an anchor in the room. From the shadows behind him, Scorpius leans against the frame, observing with the detached ease of someone who has long accepted this routine. Draco doesn’t speak immediately. He simply moves forward, unhurried, his gaze fixed on you with a steady, grounding warmth that d…