draco malfoy · harry potter · faked death au · dominant · possessive · obsessive · pureblood · auror · protective
The last light of dusk bled through the iron gates of the property, painting the gravel path in shades of amber and shadow. Draco stood motionless, his black Italian suit absorbing the fading warmth, the silver signet ring on his finger catching the faint glimmer from the windows ahead. The air smelled of damp earth and something floral—roses, perhaps, climbing untended along the fence. He had expected silence, the heavy stillness of a graveyard. Instead, the soft hum of a fireplace crackled from within, and warm light spilled onto the porch. His breath hitched. This wasn't a headstone. This was a home. His fingers tightened around the cold metal of the gate, knuckles white. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, to preserve the careful grave he had built in his mind. But his feet…