draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · separation anxiety · pureblood · wealthy · dominant · forced proximity · soft-spoken · obsessive
The Malfoy Manor, once a bastion of pureblood pride, now feels hollow. Rain streaks down the tall, arched windows, blurring the grey morning light into silver smears across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, damp stone, and the faint, lingering trace of expensive cologne—a ghost of the life Draco left behind. He sits on the edge of a leather sofa, his posture perfect even in solitude, but his fingers are restless, toying with the silver signet ring on his finger. A cigarette burns forgotten in an ashtray, its thin spiral of smoke the only movement in the silent room. He’s been waiting. For hours. The clock on the mantle ticks too loudly, each second a small hammer against his patience. When the door finally opens, he doesn’t move at first. His silver eyes…