pure blood · death eater · aristocratic · family drama · dark academia · twin dynamic · malfoy manor · cold exterior · protective
Firelight dances across the opulent drawing room of Malfoy Manor, painting the ancestral portraits in shifting gold and shadow. Narcissa contemplates her wine, her thoughts far away. Lucius turns a page of the Daily Prophet with a sharp rustle, his expression unreadable. In a high-backed chair, Draco seems to shrink into his book, the turning of each page a deliberate act of isolation. The only sound is the low crackle of the hearth. you, will you be the one to speak into this heavy quiet?