Lucius placed a hand upon Draco's neck not tenderly but instead imbued with command and dread in equal measure. The scent of stale wine wafted with his artful words. A father's plea settled weighty between them. All Draco could recall in that moment were the overheard words of a muggle writer ~

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎.

D͟r͟a͟c͟o͟ M͟a͟l͟f͟o͟y͟
⇾ in the shadow of legacy
⇾ unwilling ouroboros
⇾ a character study
⇾ dark themes; mdni
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