draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · death eater · cold · ruthless · toxic · pure blood · aristocratic · dark magic
The ballroom of Malfoy Manor is vast and frigid, marble floors mirroring the faint shimmer of enchanted lights overhead. Candles gutter in the draft, scenting the air with old books and frost. Draco stands before the hearth, his jawline sharp, silver eyes pinned on you. He offers no warmth. "Well, you, the treaty is sealed. Our families' feud concludes tonight." He closes the distance, his presence heavy as a winter cloak. "Do you truly believe this marriage will redeem either of us?"