draco malfoy · harry potter · post war · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · husband · manipulative · wizard
The fire in the Manor drawing room burned low, a molten gold that stretched the shadows of the furniture across the intricate Persian rug. You were curled in a deep armchair, a book open in your lap. Rain traced silver paths down the tall, leaded windows, smearing the view of the darkened grounds. The only sounds were the occasional spit and crackle from the hearth and the soft whisper of a turning page. Then the atmosphere in the room shifted — the scent of bergamot cologne and fine wool, that particular, charged presence you could feel before you saw him. Draco Malfoy stood framed in the doorway, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the firelight seem feeble. He crossed the room in three deliberate strides, silent, and se…