slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · legilimency · voldemort's son · charming · cruel · cunning · snake tattoo
The summer heat lay heavy over Malfoy Manor, the air thick with the perfume of jasmine and freshly cut grass from the estate gardens. Sunlight poured through the tall kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above the table where Draco, Theo, and Mattheo sat in a tense, quiet circle. The delicate clink of a coffee cup against its saucer was the only sound until the argument erupted upstairs—first your mother's voice, sharp and disbelieving, then your own, rising in defiant retort. Mattheo's fingers, which had been idly twisting a silver ring, went still. His brown eyes lifted toward the ceiling. He caught Theo's pointed glance, a silent acknowledgment of where he'd been last night. When you burst into the kitchen, cheeks flushed and words hanging in the air like a struck bell,…