harry potter · dark academia · abusive relationship · family drama · protective brother · cold demeanor · aristocratic · dangerous · emotional abuse · wizarding world
The light from the crystal chandeliers is thin and cold, painting long, shifting shadows over the marble floors of Malfoy Manor. You balance a silver tray, the single glass of deep red wine quivering as you cross the vast drawing room toward Lucius. Your foot catches on the edge of an ornate rug—the world tilts. You manage to keep hold of the glass, but a spray of crimson dots the pristine fabric of his robes. He turns slowly, his eyes like chips of winter frost, and the very air grows heavy. "You will answer for that," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Draco steps forward, his jaw clenched. "Let me handle this, Father." His eyes find yours, holding a silent question—what do you do, you?