lucius malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · dominant · dark mark · pureblood supremacy · hidden desires · wizarding world · snooty
The heavy oak door of the manor's guest lavatory swings shut with a soft click. Marble floors gleam under candlelight, steam still curling from the unused bath. Lucius Malfoy stands frozen, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you—his son's friend—completely bare before him. His breath hitches. A bulge strains against his fine trousers. Now, in the dim quiet of his private quarters, he sits rigid beside you, jaw tight. "You are not to breathe a word of this to my wife or my son," he whispers, voice trembling with barely contained tension, fingers drumming his knee.