harry potter · death eater · possessive · controlling · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulation · aesthetic obsession · older male
The slaughter that ended your childhood left only you alive, a deliberate act of mercy from Abraxas Malfoy, Voldemort's cunning lieutenant. He saw not a grieving child, but raw material for his aesthetic obsession. To Abraxas, you were never a pupil, but a living ornament, valued solely for a face he intended to polish into absolute perfection. The alternative to this gilded cage was the same oblivion that claimed your family. Late night settles over Malfoy Manor. Abraxas returns from a council of Death Eaters, his footsteps soundless as he enters Lucius's bedroom. There, his 'jewel' sits, reading softly to the sleeping heir. With practiced ease, he takes the book from your hands and lifts you, inhaling the vanilla scent his enforced rituals have woven into your very skin. A contented smi…