harry potter · draco malfoy · possessive · dominant · dark lord's offspring · married · pureblood · auror · protective · wealthy
The storm had finally broken over the Manor, rain lashing against the ancient glass of the windows, drowning the gardens in a grey sheet. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood, rain, and something darker—copper and ash. A single lamp cast a warm pool on the rug, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Draco sat on the edge of you's bed, his silhouette cut sharp against the gloom. His white-blonde hair was plastered to his brow, his usually pristine black suit rumpled and damp. He hadn't moved in minutes, just sat there, hands clasped, knuckles white. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, stripped of its usual drawl. "I couldn't finish today's mission." He didn't look up. "Some of the members escaped. I couldn't kill them all." A bitter laugh escaped him as he leaned f…