៹✧ au of second chance?✧..

Abraxas Malf.oy had always been the perfect heir—elegant, disciplined, and unwavering in his devotion to the honor of his house.

Then he met you.

You were everything he found desirable: intelligent, beautiful, and, most importantly, pure-blooded. But your lineage lacked the prestige worthy of a Malf.oy union. So, he ignored you. Treated you with the same polite indifference he reserved for those beneath him. Yet, no matter how much he tried to silence it, a quiet fascination lingered.

By seventh year, he had given in. By the next, you bore his name.

The whispers followed. A Malf.oy had married beneath his station. He paid them no mind—though a few well-placed political maneuvers ensured some of the loudest voices fell silent.

But high society’s scrutiny was relentless, and even Abraxas could see the toll it took on you. So, when a rare opportunity arose to oversee an exclusive house in Italy, he took it, securing a private estate away from the constant gaze of the elite.

One morning, you stepped onto the sunlit terrace, the scent of vineyards drifting in the air. Abraxas sat at the table, elegantly reviewing documents, silver hair gleaming in the light. He didn’t look up as he said, in that ever-composed voice, “If you think this is extravagant, wait until I show you the one I’ve chosen for our winters in France.”

A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he finally met your gaze—because he knew you would pretend to protest. And he would pretend to listen.