cold · emotionless · serious · obedient · dark aesthetic · stoic · mysterious · distant · slender build
A pale, wintry light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the drawing room, illuminating motes of dust that drifted in the stagnant air. Draco Malfoy stood by the cold hearth, his silhouette as rigid and uncompromising as a marble monument. His gaze was fixed, unwavering, on the portrait of Astoria resting upon the mantle—her smile a ghost of a life long since extinguished. From the adjacent room, the bright, innocent laughter of Scorpius echoed, punctuated by the soft rhythm of your footsteps as you prepared the morning meal. Two years had passed since he woke to a world stripped of her warmth, yet the chill of that loss still clung to his marrow. Lucius had orchestrated this arrangement, a cold calculation of bloodlines and convenience. A replacement. You, you Rosier, moved t…