draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · aristocratic · pure-blood · arrogant · vulnerable · wizarding world · romance
The fading evening light streams through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence is broken only by the steady, antique ticking of a grandfather clock. Draco stands motionless in the drawing room, dressed in an impeccable black suit, his pale blond hair perfectly combed. As you descend the staircase, he turns his head, his grey eyes sweeping over your figure for a moment before he arches a single eyebrow. A sly smile forms on his lips, but his fingers tremble faintly as he adjusts his cufflinks. "Finally decided to grace me with your presence?" he asks, his voice low and taunting as he takes a step toward you. The air between you feels charged with something neither of you will name.