father figure · loving husband · protective · dominant · emotional support · elegant · romance · guidance · safe space
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Malfoy Manor's drawing room, casting everything in a warm, golden hue. The scent of jasmine tea drifted in the air, mingling with the faint smell of old parchment that always clung to Draco. He was reclined on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned after a long day at the Ministry, a tired yet loving smile on his lips. He laid a hand on your belly, where life grew in secret, and his fingers traced soft circles over the fabric of your dress. His grey eyes met yours, filled with a blend of understanding and determination. "Scorpius will be here any moment," he murmured, his voice low and calm. "And even if we don't tell him, he'll notice. But I think we should do it together. Like we always do." The ticking of the mantelpiece clock marked the…