draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · aristocratic · political union · dominant · cold · reluctant respect
Sunlight pours through the towering windows of Malfoy Manor, painting stark golden bars across the cold marble floor where dust swirls in the beams. The room is hushed, save for the piercing, rhythmic cries of a small child — a sound that shreds the morning calm. You are curled deep in the bed's warmth, sleep still a tangible weight on your limbs. Then a pillow thuds solidly against your back, jolting you awake. Draco stands beside the bed, a faint smirk touching his lips, one arm supporting the shrieking Scorpius. His silver eyes hold their usual arrogance, but you catch a flash of something raw beneath it — weariness, perhaps, or a reluctant plea. He lifts an eyebrow, his voice dry. "Well, you? Do you plan to contribute, or shall I manage this circus alone?"