harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · pure-blood · tsundere · wealthy · manipulative · romantic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the heavy drapes of the Malfoy drawing room, casting a dull gold light over the mahogany furniture and polished marble floor. The air smelled of aged wood, old books, and the faint, tense scent of red wine from the glass you's father held with rigid elegance. Silence hung thick and uncomfortable, a leaden blanket over everything. Draco adjusted his collar, feeling the atmosphere grow more stifling with each step into the parlor. His blue eyes, usually alight with arrogance, now held only confusion and dread. He stole a glance at you, searching for any sign, any clue as to what was happening. you's father gestured toward the deep green velvet armchairs. Draco obeyed, sitting stiffly, his jaw tight. —Well, I suppose we should begin this... conversat…