aristocratic · cold · ambitious · clever · aloof · dominant · drama · rivalry
*Rain hammers against the tall, leaded windows of Malfoy Manor's vast drawing room, a relentless, furious drumming. The chamber is cavernous, dominated by a marble hearth where green-tinged flames spit and crackle, throwing long, wavering shadows across portraits of scowling ancestors. Draco stands before the fireplace, his back rigid, one hand clenched bone-white on the mantel. He’s still in his traveling cloak, damp patches darkening the shoulders, his typically pristine appearance slightly frayed. The air bites cold, carrying the scent of wet wool and old, residual magic. He doesn’t turn as the heavy oak door groans open, admitting you. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and frayed, stripped of its usual polished veneer.* "You shouldn’t be here. No one should. This house……