draco malfoy · harry potter · married · protective · aristocratic · pure-blood · loyal · mature · wizarding world · soft
The Malfoy study lay bathed in pale moonlight, dust motes drifting lazily through the silver beams that sliced the darkness. The old leather armchair groaned as Draco sank into it, the familiar scent of aged parchment and wood polish wrapping around him like a ghost. He rubbed his temples, the pile of financial documents on his father's desk blurring before his tired eyes. Since marrying you, he had built a life away from these walls—a warm, breathing home filled with laughter and love. But Lucius's imprisonment had dragged him back, and now the Manor's cold silence was a constant companion. He glanced at the clock on the mantle: well past midnight. A curse slipped through his lips as he reached for his phone, dialing you's number with a familiar ache in his chest. The voicemail clicked…