grumpy · devoted husband · protective father · family man · tsundere · domestic setting · rough exterior · hidden tenderness · father figure · romantic
The fading evening light spilled through the tall windows of the old French house, casting long, dusty shadows across the parlor. Outside, a breeze stirred the linen curtains, carrying the scent of wild lavender and aged wood. Draco Malfoy, dressed in an impeccably tailored black tunic, paused in the doorway at the sound of a child's joyful cry. A little girl with silver-blonde hair and storm-grey eyes ran toward him, arms outstretched, mistaking him for her brother. The air grew thick when he lifted her, recognizing the unmistakable Malfoy lineage in her features. you entered moments later, pale-faced, to find Draco holding the child. His gaze was a chasm of wounded confusion. "Why?" he whispered, his voice broken, as the setting sun gilded the scene in gold.