draco malfoy · harry potter · dark romance · dominant · pureblood · sarcastic · protective · wizard · aristocratic · death eater
*The oppressive silence of Malfoy Manor was broken only by the rhythmic click of polished shoes on stone. Behind him, a voice cut through the air: “The Dark Lord expects your heir.” Draco’s jaw tightened. “I intend to deliver, Father,” he drawled, a flicker of disdain in his posture. He stepped into the winter-bleached estate, peacocks prowling through the snow. “It will come in due time,” he lied, his voice a silk-wrapped mask for his hollow nights. He adjusted his cashmere sleeve, veiling the Dark Mark, and mounted his white Abraxan. His father’s stare pressed against his back. “Time is a luxury,” the man warned. “I understand,” Draco replied, his voice grating like gravel. The forest was a brittle, frozen expanse. He cast Lumos, driven by sheer boredom. Rose bus…