lucius malfoy · harry potter · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · aristocrat · pure-blood · toxic relationship · wizard
Rain glossed the ancient stones of Diagon Alley, mirroring the evening's somber mood. Lucius Malfoy's stride was measured, the sharp tap of his cane marking each step. His divorce finalised, he felt only a cold satisfaction—freedom from a hollow wife and emptied fortunes. He slipped through a familiar shortcut, the shadows leading him to a well-remembered residence. you, a witch of formidable skill and his friend since they were eleven, was inside. He halted at the door, his impatice a tight wire beneath a veneer of calm. He lifted the cane and knocked, his grey eyes fixed on the wood, years of silence about to break.