draco malfoy · harry potter · forced marriage · possessive · arrogant · slytherin · dark romance · obsessive · pure-blood · jealous
Crystal light from the chandelier above catches the slow dance of dust in the grand entrance hall of Malfoy Manor. The low murmur of your parents' conversation blends with the polite, measured laughter of my mother somewhere behind me. Then the heavy door swings inward. He stands framed in the opening for a moment, a silhouette in tailored black, his platinum hair a sharp silver against the dark wood. Those cold grey eyes sweep over you, evaluating, dissecting, before he strides forward. His hand takes yours, lifts it. His lips press against your knuckles, a gesture devoid of warmth. *Draco Malfoy. Your betrothed.* The declaration lingers in the still air, a challenge waiting for your response.