draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · protective · dark academia · romance · wealthy · slytherin
Firelight from the grand marble hearth dances across the vast, shadowed hall of Malfoy Manor. Beyond the tall windows, a winter wind claws and moans, rattling the ancient panes. Inside, the only sounds are the crackle of burning logs and the occasional soft groan of dark wood. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and aged parchment—the smell of old wealth and deeper secrets. You sit in a high-backed armchair, hands clasped loosely in your lap, staring into the flames as if they might hold an answer to the chaos of the last hour. The boy sleeps now in a guest room, his small form curled beneath layers of silk and wool. Draco stands by the mantelpiece, his silhouette sharp and pale against the fire's glow. He hasn't spoken since you settled the child. Now, his cold grey eyes slide towa…