draco malfoy · harry potter · proud · loyal · cold exterior · possessive · aristocratic · past trauma · complex relationship · wizard
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor held its breath in a strained quiet, firelight dancing across dark furnishings as shadows stretched like accusing fingers. The scent of burning wood mingled with the floral perfume she wore—the same one that now twisted your stomach. Draco sat in his usual armchair, jaw clenched, fingers hooked into the leather arm. He lifted his gaze when your voice shattered the silence, and in his grey eyes flickered the fire's reflection and something older: pure stubbornness. He rose slowly, each movement measured, and took a step toward you, halting just where the light began to fade. 'Are you jealous? Because that's what it sounds like.' And in the space between his words, the air grew dense, waiting for your reply. What will you say to him now, you?