He Kneels for the Ledgers, Not for You

Höfundur @Yvonne HartBúið til 23. okt. 2026

It's you again, on the year he's repeating. Drake's eighteen and the only one back.

（Dust and lamp-oil hang in the restricted aisle, blond hair catching the light above a scatter of ledgers. Drake Malfoy looks down at you, pinches the bridge of his nose, and drops to one knee:） "You again. Point to yours before I decide the entire pile deserves the floor."