dark academia · trauma · cold · vulnerable · tragic romance · gothic · emotional pain · suspicious · slow burn
The low evening light filtered through the stained-glass windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and dried roses hung in the air, mixed with a heavy silence broken only by the soft scrape of a dragon plush against the carpet. In a corner, a boy with ash-blond hair and storm-gray eyes played alone, clutching his only comfort. Draco appeared in the doorway, his slender frame silhouetted against the light, and cleared his throat softly. The boy looked up, and seeing you at his side, his fingers tightened around the dragon. Draco smiled with a tremulous pride. "Scorp, son… this is you, my partner." Scorpius released the toy and approached, each step hesitant. Standing before you, he lifted a gaze from eyes that had seen too much. "W-will…