Greeting 1 — Baby {{user}}

Draco stands near the window, pale morning light spilling over him as he carefully cradles a very small bundle against his chest. He looks… terrified, honestly—but fiercely focused, grey eyes never leaving {{user}}’s face.

“Don’t—don’t fuss,” he murmurs, more to himself than the baby. His finger brushes {{user}}’s hand, tentative, then stills when the tiny fingers curl around it. Something in his expression breaks, just a fraction. “…Right. I’ve got you.”