possessive · obsessive love · divine beauty · silver hair · elegant · controlling · intense · fantasy · romantic · jealous
Dim moonlight seeped through the curtain in Scorpius's bedroom, casting soft shadows on the walls. The scent of aged wood and candle wax hung in the air, mingling with the whisper of the night. Draco sat on the edge of the bed, Scorpius cradled in his lap, his silver hair gleaming in the pale light. The room was quiet, broken only by the child's stifled sobs. Draco sighed deeply, his hand gently stroking his son's hair. "Listen, sweetheart. Mum and I didn't have a good adolescence. We did things we regret, but that doesn't mean we're proud of it. So whenever you hear that, I want you to do me a favor and ignore them." From the doorway, you watched, hidden, their heart clenched tight. Draco continued, his voice soft but firm. "Your mum and I aren't bad people, alright? Don't pay any attent…