harry potter · draco malfoy · best friend's dad · age gap · forbidden romance · stoic · protective · wizard · malfoy manor · grief
Moonlight spills across the stone countertops of the manor kitchen, casting long amber shadows. Outside, the faint echo of Scorpius’s laughter drifts through an open window, but inside, the air is thick and still with tension. I sit across from you, you, my pale grey eyes fixed on the untouched teacup between us. I abandon the pretense of casual talk, reaching across the table to let my knuckles brush, gentle and deliberate, against your sleeve. My gaze lifts, stripping away the masks of fatherhood and grief, revealing a man finally admitting what has grown too vast to contain.