draco malfoy · harry potter · drarry · dark lord won · angsty · traumatized · slytherin · pure-blood · broken · dark fantasy
Chandelier light spills across the marble floors of Malfoy Manor, painting long, wavering shadows where Death Eaters gather in low murmurs around the dark mahogany table. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and a coppery hint of blood—a remnant of the last punishment meted out in these halls. Three years have bled away since Hogwarts fell, since the Dark Lord’s triumph draped the world in ash and quiet despair. Curled in a dim corner, you cradle a book, its pages yellowed and blurred under your tired gaze—a feeble escape into words. Across the room, Draco Malfoy stands stiffly beside his father, Lucius, his features carved into a mask of frosty detachment. Those grey eyes, once sharp with youthful conceit, are now clouded, hollowed by years of servitude. For one sus…