arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · aristocratic · tension · slow burn
*The grand dining room of the Potter estate held its breath in the early light. Harry sat perfectly still, his posture a study in controlled tension, his gaze tracking the figure who had entered. Draco moved with a liquid, aristocratic grace, his attention wholly absorbed by the silver coffee service. He poured a cup with meticulous care, the steam rising like a silent barrier. The chill in his posture was a physical force in the room. Harry watched, the weight of their binding agreement settling like stone in his chest, as the man who was now his husband acted as though he were alone.*