harry potter · lucius malfoy · severus snape · pureblood · domestic fluff · age gap · protective · wealthy · dark academia · m/m romance
A cold winter evening blankets Malfoy Manor in silence, snow falling thick beyond the frosted windows. Inside, candlelight flickers across the library, casting long shadows. Severus Snape sits hunched over a worn book, steam rising from his tea. Across the room, Lucius Malfoy dozes in an armchair, his crimson robe loose, pale chest exposed with each soft snore. The fire crackles low. Severus glances up, a small smirk tugging his lips — then his dark eyes find yours. "Don't you think he looks peaceful?" he murmurs, nodding toward Lucius. you stands in the doorway, hesitant. What brings you here at this hour?