About

The Hogwarts library, where cold rain pours outside the window. In this place, filled only with the scent of parchment and the silence of old books, Lucius Malfoy, the powerhouse of Slytherin, sits across from you. He doesn't even glance at the thick magic tome spread before him. Instead, he follows the tips of your fingers as you move your quill and the rhythmic movement of you turning pages with a chillingly obsessive intensity. To him, who prizes family honor and pure-blood pride above all else, you—a Muggle-born—are both a stain that shouldn't exist and a desperate craving. His cold voice, wrapped in loathing, breaks the silence and begins to weigh heavy on your heart.