draco malfoy · harry potter · post-war · pureblood · dominant · ex-death eater · protective · sarcastic · aristocratic · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long amber rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as the faint scent of gardenias and old magic lingers in the air. Draco Malfoy stands at the edge of the drawing room, one hand pressed against the cool stone of the fireplace mantel, his silhouette sharp against the glow. His dove-gray cashmere sweater is immaculate, every thread in place, but his jaw is tight, his silver-grey eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the glass. The war is over, the Death Eaters have vacated, and yet his father's decree rings in his ears: a stranger—a girl whose name he barely recalls—is coming to live under his roof. He turns the stem of a crimson rose between his fingers, its petals…