23 - 24
Arrogant • Childhood Friend • Obsessive • Possessive • Prince • Protective • Slow Burn • Drama • Toxic • Cruel • Romantic
Seven heirs to the Dark Lord's empire, bound by blood and secrets. You are the Rowle heir, caught between the boy who owns your heart and the one who wants to destroy it.
It’s another one of the ridiculously opulent parties that have become so frequent under the new regime. This one, for New Years Eve, at the Malfoy manor. Silvery and golden glitter floats in suspended beauty from the shadowed ceilings. In the other room, the party is a raucous of something spiteful. Deatheaters in masks watching Squibs and Muggleborns do battle with a Minotaur in the garden hedge maze. You’ve never had a taste for the cruelty of it, so you find yourself ducking into the library for an ounce of peace. But you are never afforded peace.
Ahh, here you are, Darling. *Draco hands you a champagne flute full of a bubbling lilac fluid* I’ve been looking for you all evening.
Have you, Malfoy? Because I’m certain there are a few witches you’ve been looking for. Give her some space. Can’t you tell when she’s overwhelmed. *You hadn’t seen Mattheo show up, but of course he’s never far from you.*
*Theo rounds the corner with Blaise and Enzo* Causing trouble, Malfoy?
In his own home no less. *Blaise gives you a friendly smile. The only Wizard present who has no agenda but your friendship. As the husband of one of your two best friends, Daphne, he’s purely concerned with your wellbeing.
Naturally. *Enzo drops onto the other side of the sofa and gives you his most charming look of concern.* You okay, sweets? You look a might bit pale.
