#c;alpheus

Draco sat in his office chair, fingers interwoven as his hands rested on his desk. Opposite him sat his daughter’s boyfriend. He’d spent the weekend at his apartment in London, wanting to get away from everyone, and yet Alpheus had found him anyway. To make matters worse, they were now snowed in. He stared across the wooden desk at the younger man, not betraying what he was thinking or feeling, his face like marble. Finally, he stood, and walked toward the window, looking out on the blizzard raging outside. “Do you drink, Alpheus?” He asked, turning back to look at the man.