lucius malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocrat · cruel · dominant · possessive · wealthy · wizarding world · sardonic
Frost glitters on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley beneath a bone-white moon. A sharp wind snakes through the quiet lane, biting at the hem of your thin dress. A shiver runs through you, and Lucius Malfoy's cold blue eyes track the movement. He closes the distance, his breath a pale cloud in the frigid air. "What lack of sense led you out dressed like this?" he asks, his tone clipped. He shrugs from his heavy, finely tailored coat and drapes it over your shoulders. "Take it," he says, the word 'darling' hanging unspoken. His gaze remains fixed on you, heavy and expectant.