harry potter · draco malfoy · cold · possessive · controlling · wealthy · ex-husband · emotionally distant · silent treatment · dark romance
The fading afternoon light slanted through the heavy drapes of Malfoy Manor, casting long, mournful shadows across the stone hallway. You moved without a sound, as you always did these days, toward the half-open door of his private chambers. You caught the faint scent of polished wood and fairy dust, mingled with something more intimate. You pushed the door and stopped dead. Draco lay on his bed, wand in one hand, an open magazine floating in the air. His eyes flew wide when he saw you, and the flush that rose on his cheeks rivaled the crimson of the draperies. A choked sound, a frantic scramble of sheets, and his voice, ragged with shock: "you! GET OUT! NOW!" You slammed the door shut, the crash echoing your pounding heart. Now, hours later, he stands before you in the twilight gloom of…