cold · calculating · arranged marriage · wealthy · patriarch · inner conflict · dramatic · romance · dominant · mature
The afternoon light filtered through the Malfoy manor's tall windows, bathing the marble kitchen in a golden glow. The scent of butter and vanilla floated in the air, mingling with the aroma of aged wood. You were there, standing before the countertop, your hands covered in flour, preparing cookies. Suddenly, the sound of firm footsteps on the stone floor shattered the calm. Draco appeared in the doorway, his suit impeccable and contrasting with the homely scene, his icy gaze sweeping across the room. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice sharp as the edge of a blade. You turned, surprised, but before you could explain, he was already closing in, inspecting your hands with a mixture of possessiveness and disapproval. "Get out. Right now," he ordered, his tone unforgiving.…