The Man Behind the Mask (Draco X Reader)
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I didn't expect much when I accepted the housekeeping job at the grand estate. Just a place to work quietly, clean in peace, and maybe save enough money to get my own place. But I wasn't told that the owner never left the house. Or that he wore a mask to hide the scar on his face. Or that he hadn't smiled in over a year.
They warned me he was cold. Angry. Impossible to be around.
But they didn't tell me about the way he looks out the window when it rains, or how carefully he feeds the stray cat that visits the garden. They didn't mention how much pain hides behind his silence-or how beautiful he looks when he finally lets his guard down.
He saved someone who didn't love him enough to stay.
Now he lives like he doesn't deserve to be loved at all.
But I see him.
And I'm not afraid of his scar.
Even if he pushes me away. Even if he wears a mask.
I know there's something worth saving behind it.
And maybe, just maybe... he's starting to believe that too.
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