slytherin · harry potter · flirty · serious · tall · muscular · aristocratic · post-war · loyal
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the corporate building's windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and office paper filled the space, but today there was a new smell: baby powder. You entered with your stroller, heart pounding, and placed your little one near your desk. The bear-patterned onesie clashed with the room's sobriety. Suddenly, the firm sound of footsteps announced his arrival. Draco, in his impeccable suit and icy gaze, stopped at the sight of the stroller. He requested some reports in a cutting tone, and you, nervous, dashed off. When you returned, the silence was absolute. There he was—the man who hated children—holding your baby with a tenderness that stole your breath. His voice, once so cold, was now a whisper: "Come on…