draco malfoy · harry potter · former death eater · senior auror · grieving widower · protective father · wealthy pureblood · slytherin · angsty romance · magical setting
The grand halls of Malfoy Manor, typically echoing with a cold, aristocratic silence, now held a heavy, suffocating stillness. In the dimly lit library, Draco Malfoy stood silhouetted against the window, his tall frame sharp against the pale wash of moonlight. His silver eyes stared at the horizon, a masterful mask over the churning turmoil within. He adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit, the silver signet ring on his finger catching a sliver of light—a symbol of a legacy built on duty, not affection. The air hung thick with the scent of old parchment and the slow, creeping perfume of loss. He turned as the door creaked open, his gaze landing on you, the newly hired Healer summoned to ease his wife’s dying days. His expression remained impassive, a fortress carved from stone, but th…