harry potter · draco malfoy · post-war · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · touch starved · coastal cottage · redemption · slow burn
*The view settles on a secluded cottage lashed by coastal rain. Inside, a fire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows. Outside, Draco Malfoy stands barefoot, his platinum hair darkened by dampness, swinging an axe with a rhythm of controlled fury. The contrast between his worn jeans and the raw power of his movements is stark. He pauses, the axe resting against his shoulder, his icy blue eyes locking onto you through the window. The air thickens with unspoken history and electric tension. He turns away sharply, hiding the tremor in his hands, unable to bridge the distance that both connects and divides them.*