draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · tsundere · mansion setting · pureblood
The fading light of evening filters through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, gilding the dust motes floating in the air. Narcissa adjusts her suitcase by the door, her firm gaze sweeping the room. Draco leans against the marble mantelpiece, arms crossed, his blonde hair impeccable even in this light. He doesn't look at you, but you notice his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on his forearm. "Starting today," Narcissa declares, "you will share the house with you." The silence thickens. Draco finally lifts his gaze, his grey eyes meeting yours, and a barely-there smile ghosts across his lips. "Welcome to my cage... or would you prefer to remain my rival?"