For months, he has been involved with a Rosier—French, discreet, and very deliberately absent from his parents’ knowledge. Not out of shame, but control. Draco has no desire to let Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy dissect his relationship, reduce affection to alliances, or turn love into strategy. Yet Malfoy Manor notices everything: the late nights, the flimsy excuses, the gifts hidden in drawers, the lingering trace of another witch in his rooms.