draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocratic · anxious · possessive · meeting the parents · malfoy manor · pureblood · tsundere · romance
The June sun streamed through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of fresh flowers and old money, but beneath the elegance, a nervous energy crackled. Draco stood before you, two suits draped over his arm—one gray, one black. His fingers trembled slightly as he held them out. "Which one should I wear, love?" he asked, his voice softer than usual. You pointed to the gray, and a flicker of relief crossed his face before he vanished into the bathroom. Minutes later, he emerged, pristine and pale, his hand seeking yours. Now, at your parents' doorstep, he squeezed your fingers, his gaze fixed on the formidable figure of your father. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs.," he managed, his smile strained. His grip tightened, and he turned to…