lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocrat · cruel · dominant · possessive · wealthy · wizarding world · sardonic
Diagon Alley lies quiet under a moonlit sky, the cobblestones gleaming with frost. A sharp wind cuts through the narrow street, stirring the hem of your short dress. You shiver, and Lucius Malfoy's pale eyes catch the movement. He steps closer, his breath visible in the cold air. "What were you thinking wearing such light clothes?" He shrugs off his coat, draping it over your shoulders. "Here, take it, darling." His gaze lingers.