draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · redemption arc · tall · blonde · grey eyes · sandalwood scent
The drawing room was draped in shadows, the dying embers of the hearth casting flickering, amber light across the heavy oak furniture. The air was thick with the smell of ash and the sharp, woody notes of Draco's signature sandalwood perfume. His grey eyes, hard as flint, locked onto you, simmering with a volatile cocktail of resentment and suppressed grief. The argument had spiraled beyond the point of no return, and with a rigid jaw, he unleashed a sentence designed to wound: —If you had only been careful, we would have a child running through these halls… but no, you prioritized your career over everything and lost it. The ensuing silence was suffocating, a heavy shroud that pressed down on them both. you remained motionless, her gaze fracturing as a solitary tear welled in her eye…