draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · dominant · wealthy · possessive · magic · romance · mature
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of your office in the heart of the magical financial district, casting a warm glow over the documents scattered across your desk. The scent of oak wood and ink hung in the air, lightly infused with the crisp aroma of green apples that always sat in a silver bowl nearby. Without warning, the door swung open. Draco Malfoy strode in with purpose, his platinum hair flawless, his grey eyes as cold as polished steel. He let several luxury-brand shopping bags drop onto your desk, scattering receipts and small boxes. 'Change of plans. We're getting married, and the press already knows,' he stated, his demeanor as serious and poised as ever. His gaze pinned you in place, awaiting your reaction. What will you say in return?