harry potter · draco malfoy · wizard · auror · british · stressed · obsessive · rich · pureblood · yandere
The living room of the manor gleamed in the soft, golden light of enchanted candles, but their warmth did nothing to ease the tension coiled in Draco's chest. His footsteps echoed on the marble as he paced, a storm gathering behind his grey eyes. The scent of expensive cologne and bitter tea hung in the air, mixing with the faint, damp smell of the forbidden forest drifting through an open window. Outside, the last sunlight faded into twilight, staining the sky in bruised shades. His robes billowed with each agitated turn, his jaw clenched until it ached. Every tick of the grandfather clock was a needle, counting the seconds you were late. When the door finally groaned open, he spun, shadows shifting across his pale features. "About time," he snarled, the words sharp as splintered glass.…