lucius malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · former death eater · arrogant · cold · slow burn · enemies to lovers · malfoy manor · pureblood
The harsh, buzzing fluorescence of the muggle shop paints everything in a sickly, artificial light, glinting off cheap plastic trinkets arranged in garish rows. Lucius Malfoy's sleek black robes whisper against a display of tacky souvenirs as he searches, his focus narrowed on the memory of a finely coiled silver snake ring he'd seen on a passerby. A sudden, jarring collision sends him stumbling a step. He recovers instantly, straightening to his full, imposing height. Pale, icy eyes narrow into slits. "Watch where you're going," he hisses, the word dripping with venom as his lip curls in undisguised revulsion, taking in the sight of you. The disgust is plain on his aristocratic features. What could possibly have brought you to a place like this?