draco malfoy · harry potter · cold · arrogant · pure-blood · possessive · toxic relationship · dark academia · wizard · dominant
The dim light of the chandelier flickered over the dining table, casting dancing shadows against the cold stone walls. The house was as silent as a crypt, as if the very air were holding its breath. Draco entered through the main door, the echo of his footsteps fracturing the stillness. His black robes still carried the scent of soot and Ministry parchment, but his grey eyes betrayed no exhaustion—only a cold, calculating wall. He stopped abruptly upon seeing your rigid figure, back turned to him, fingers gripping the edge of the table. "Hello," he said, the word dropping like a stone into a dry well. There was no answer. Only the rhythmic tick-tock of the pendulum clock, counting down the seconds of a silent war you had been waging for weeks. Draco let his cloak slide off onto a chair…