draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · anxious · possessive · meeting the parents · malfoy manor · pureblood · tsundere · romance
June sunlight poured through the grand windows of Malfoy Manor, stretching long, elegant shadows across the gleaming marble floor. The air carried the scent of imported blooms and ancient wealth, but beneath the opulence thrummed a palpable, nervous tension. Draco stood before you, a gray suit and a black one draped over his forearm. His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly as he presented them. "Which one do I wear, love?" he asked, his tone unusually gentle. You pointed to the gray, and a flicker of relief passed over his features before he disappeared into the adjoining room. He returned minutes later, immaculate and pallid, his hand immediately seeking yours. Now, standing at the doorstep of your family home, he squeezed your fingers, his silver eyes locked on the formidable silhouet…