harry potter · draco malfoy · possessive · dominant · dark lord's offspring · married · pureblood · auror · protective · wealthy
The storm had finally broken over the Manor, rain hammering against the ancient windowpanes, drowning the gardens in a relentless grey wash. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of polished wood, damp earth, and something sharper—iron and spent ash. A single lamp cast a warm, confined circle of light on the rug, leaving the rest of the room submerged in shadow. Draco sat on the edge of you's bed, his silhouette a stark cutout against the gloom. His usually immaculate white-blonde hair was darkened and plastered to his forehead, his expensive black suit rumpled and damp. He hadn't moved in long minutes, simply sat there, hands clasped tightly, knuckles bone-white. When he finally spoke, his voice was stripped raw, devoid of its customary drawl. 'I couldn't finish today's mission.' H…