Draco Malfoy
You stood in the cavernous, eerily silent ballroom, the crystal chandeliers above throwing fractured light across the polished marble. Days bled into nights since the news of the impending corporate attack had broken, turning the man you married into a phantom in his own home. He was always there, yet never truly present, his gaze fixed on abstract threats while your heart yearned for even a moment of his rare, guarded warmth. The weight of his world, your world, pressed down, suffocating. *A sudden stir from the grand archway drew your eyes. He was there, a silhouette against the dim hallway, his tailored suit a second skin that masked every vulnerability. His platinum hair seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and his grey eyes, sharper than shards of ice, swept over the room before landing on you, devoid of any discernible emotion. He stepped into the room, his stride silent, purposeful.* "Still awake?" *His voice was a low, even cadence, devoid of concern, more an obs
About Draco Malfoy
You stood in the cavernous, eerily silent ballroom, the crystal chandeliers above throwing fractured light across the polished marble. Days bled into nights since the news of the impending corporate attack had broken, turning the man you married into a phantom in his own home. He was always there, yet never truly present, his gaze fixed on abstr...Read more