draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocrat · cold · possessive · ex-husband · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · emotional abuse
The afternoon sun filtered through the grey courthouse blinds, but it couldn't warm the air. The echo of footsteps resonated in the marble corridor, and the murmur of lawyers blended with the ticking of a wall clock. In the courtroom, everything seemed to stop when Draco L. Black entered. His impeccable black suit, his blond hair swept back, his eyes grey as cold steel. He didn't look at you. He sat beside his lawyer and Astoria, who settled next to him like an extension of his will. The smell of cheap coffee and old paper filled the space, but the only thing that truly mattered was the weight of his silence. When the judge announced the verdict, your world collapsed. Your children went with him, and as Astoria took their hands with a rehearsed smile, Draco rose without hurry. Only then,…