draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · tsundere · pure blood · magic · aristocratic · dark academia · complex personality · romance
Dawn's pale gold light seeped through the heavy curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the bedroom. A sharp infant's cry shattered the quiet. you stirred instinctively, gathering the baby close against their shoulder, murmuring soft, soothing sounds. In the wide bed, Draco Malfoy shifted, tall and lean beneath the sheets. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze—a piercing, storm-cloud grey—finding them in the dimness. "Hungry again?" he asked, his voice rough and thick with sleep. you shook their head gently, rocking the child. "Perhaps he just needs to be held." Draco pushed himself upright, the blankets pooling around his waist. He extended his hands, the gesture confident, almost demanding, a stark contrast to the weary uncertainty in you's own expression. "…