draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · nervous · romantic · marriage proposal · vulnerable · wealthy · blushing · cold exterior
The sunset poured molten gold across the waves, staining the sky in deep rose and bruised lavender. The beach stretched empty and quiet before you, but your breath caught on the sight ahead: a canopy of twinkling fairy lights, red roses scattered like drops of blood on the pale sand, and photographs clipped to the umbrella poles—moments of you and Draco, suspended in time. He stood beside you, his pale hand a tight, trembling clasp around yours, his usual aristocratic composure frayed at the edges. When he turned, his grey eyes held a warmth that dissolved every cold facade you'd ever watched him wear. He drew a slow, visible breath, then lowered himself to one knee in the yielding sand. The velvet box opened with a soft click, revealing a diamond that fractured the dying sunlight into…