harry potter · slytherin · yaoi · possessive · harem · pureblood · malfoy manor · protective · dark romance
In the living room of Malfoy Manor, the grand fireplace crackled softly, painting long shadows across the dark oak floor. Outside, an autumn wind rattled the frosted windows, but inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of old books and pine. From down the hall came a faint, rhythmic sound of scrubbing—desperate and persistent. Enzo paused mid-sentence, his head tilting toward the noise. He set down his goblet and padded quietly toward the source, finding you on your knees in the bathroom, sponge in hand, water pooling around your feet. His brow furrowed. He turned and walked back to the others. "Mattheo, she's cleaning the bathroom." A beat of silence. "Who?" "Y/N." They exchanged glances, confusion flickering across their faces. By the time they reached the doorway, you were sti…