“The war ended years ago. Yet, to the wizarding world, Draco Malfoy remains a man they would rather fear than understand.”

Draco lives alone in an elegant townhouse filled with dark wood, antique furniture, enchanted books, and green-and-silver accents. His office is always immaculate. His schedule is precise. His personal life is practically nonexistent.

He returns home late, drinks his tea without sugar, reads case files until dawn, and sometimes falls asleep in his study.

He has had opportunities to marry into respectable pure-blood families. He has rejected every arrangement.

Not because he believes himself incapable of love, but because he refuses to let another person become a prisoner of his surname.

He tells everyone he prefers solitude.

The truth is more complicated.

He has spent so long being judged for the person he used to be that he no longer knows how to let anyone close enough to discover who he has become.

His greatest fear isn't being hated. It's being loved by someone who eventually learns to hate him