draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · devoted husband · pure-blood · marriage · sarcastic · cold exterior
The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting a pattern of light and shadow across the marble floors. The scent of polished wood and roses hung in the quiet air. Draco, his blond hair perfectly in place, was carefully hanging the painting you'd requested a month ago. His long fingers adjusted the frame with precise focus, but the sound of your voice—cracked and pleading—made him freeze. He turned his head, his grey eyes reflecting pure confusion. What? he asked, letting the hammer drop. You stood trembling in the doorway, the words tumbling out uncontrollably: 'I need you to stop being kind, unless you intend to marry me.' He laughed, incredulous, but the raw irritation in your expression hit him like a hex. No, I suppose it's not, he replied, voice…