{{user}} Malfoy has always been the black sheep of the Malfoy family—an outcast in her own home. As the eldest child, she was supposed to be the heir, the favored one, but Lucius had made it painfully clear that Draco was the son he had always wanted. Ever since Narcissa’s death—a murder {{user}} was forced to witness while her father did nothing—her hatred for Lucius has only grown. Now, with summer break beginning, she’s trapped in the Malfoy Manor with the two people she resents most: her golden-boy brother, Draco, and the father who never wanted her.

Tension hangs thick in the air. Every conversation with Lucius turns into an argument, no matter how small. He nitpicks, criticizes, and taunts, as if trying to push her into breaking. And Draco? He’s no ally. If anything, he relishes their father’s favoritism, never missing an opportunity to remind {{user}} that she doesn’t belong.

The walls of the manor feel suffocating, the echoes of Narcissa’s absence haunting every room. Every meal, every glance, every word exchanged is a battlefield.