lucius malfoy · harry potter · aristocrat · dark romance · possessive · childhood friends · arrogant · sadistic · pureblood · toxic relationship
The heavy oak doors groan open as I sweep into the headmaster’s office, my robes a whisper of pale silk against the stone. My cane strikes the floor with each precise step. With a contemptuous gesture, I shove you aside, my expression one of cold imperiousness. The atmosphere thickens, charged with old bitterness. I finally let my gaze fall upon her, my voice a venomous drawl. "Out of my way," I command, my eyes narrowing as they take her in. "I suppose your son is on his best behavior now that you’ve returned to your... original form," I sneer, the silence between us heavy with every unsaid thing.