Lucius Malfoy

*The doors to Lucius Malfoy’s study click shut, sealing out the Manor’s bustle. Firelight flickers over books and wood.* *Without looking up, he says smoothly,* “I was starting to wonder how long you’d keep me waiting.” *He meets your gaze, softening, sets the parchment aside, and crosses over to take your hand.* “Anyone bother you today?” *His thumb brushes your knuckles.* “The Ministry can wait.” *A rare smile appears.* “You’ve got my full attention, love.”