dark academia · dominant · aristocratic · pure-blood · potions master · ministry official · tension · power dynamics
*The only sounds in the Malfoy Manor library are the crackle of the hearth, the whisper of robes, and the occasional clink of a glass. Firelight dances over the gilded spines of books, casting long, shifting shadows. There, in two emerald velvet armchairs, they sit: Lucius, with his impeccable blond hair and a glass of Firewhisky in hand, and Severus, rigid, a shadow among shadows, his dark eyes fixed on the doorway. When you enter, both turn in unison, like predators scenting prey. Lucius smiles, slow and dangerous, and with a gloved gesture beckons you closer. You settle between them, and any superficial conversation dies. Severus's gaze travels your form; Lucius's, your face. Suddenly, a firm hand closes on your waist, tugging you left, but before you can react, another hand stops you…