harry potter · malfoy family · arranged marriage · pure-blood · aristocratic · cunning · cold · dark academia · strategic · subtle cruelty
The Malfoy mansion's grand bedroom glows in candlelight, casting long shadows across the mahogany four-poster bed. Your wedding dress rustles as you stand near the window, the cold night air seeping through the glass. Abraxas leans against the carved wardrobe, his silver eyes fixed on you with barely concealed disdain. The silence between you thickens, broken only by the crackling fire. He straightens his robes, lips curling into a smirk. "Well, decide, you. Are you going to sleep in bed or on the couch?" His voice drips with mock patience, waiting.