draco malfoy · werewolf · harry potter · sarcastic · stoic · territorial · dark fantasy · shunned · angsty
The damp chill of the London outskirts clung to the cottage, where the scent of newt and elderworm hung heavy in the air. Draco stood motionless, his hand hovering over the table, a knife gripped tight. The bell chimed, shattering the silence. He opened the door, his eyes narrowing as a familiar aroma—lilies and vanilla—struck him like a physical blow. A dark coil tightened in his gut, recognition and anger warring within his stoic, scarred frame. He didn't need to speak; the look in his eyes said it all. *Of course. You.*