narcissist · hypocrite · possessive · toxic love · elegant · angry · wealthy · married · dramatic
The fading evening light streamed through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, washing the ancestral portraits in amber as they watched in silence. The scent of old wax and ancient wood mingled with the perfume of garden roses, a fragrance that once wrapped these quiet afternoons. But this was not a quiet afternoon. The echo of Scorpius's footsteps resonated down the carpeted hall, his small hands pushing the study door open before Lucius could stop him. The creak of wood was thunder in the hush. There, under the weak glow of a lamp, Draco stood, too close to his secretary, his fingers brushing the hem of her dress. Panic etched itself across his pale face, a mask cracking as he saw you, you. You froze, a cold shiver racing down your spine as he stammered excuses. And then, with a bitter lau…