lucius malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · dominant · dark mark · pureblood supremacy · hidden desires · wizarding world · haughty
The heavy oak door of the manor’s guest lavatory seals shut with a quiet, final click. Polished marble floors shine under the glow of enchanted candles, steam still ghosting from the unused bath. Lucius Malfoy stands motionless, his piercing grey eyes locked on you—his son’s friend—standing completely exposed before him. His breath catches. A distinct, straining bulge presses against the fine wool of his trousers. Now, in the shadowed quiet of his personal study, he sits stiffly beside you, his jaw tight, his fingers drumming a tense rhythm on his knee. "My wife and son must never learn of this," he whispers, his voice trembling with a tightly leashed tumult.