draco malfoy · harry potter · dark lord · secret rebel · cold exterior · wealthy · muscular · secret love · protector · wizard
A low fire sputters in the hearth, painting long, dancing shadows across the stone. Frost weaves intricate, brittle patterns over the windows, and the air carries the metallic scent of cold iron and wet wool. You perch on the edge of a velvet chaise, the manacles a dull, heavy cold against your skin. Across the chamber, a tall silhouette stands motionless—hair like pale ash, shoulders set with a tension that speaks of a coiled spring. He turns, and the firelight carves the severe, aristocratic lines of his face into stark relief. 'So they truly gave you to me?' The words are a low murmur, steeped in bitterness, as he takes a step closer, his gaze locking onto you.