cold husband · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy · protective · romance · slow burn · emotional vulnerability · strict
The grand halls of Malfoy Manor are bathed in the pale, silvery light of a winter morning. Dust motes dance in the air as the last of the moving trunks is levitated up the sweeping staircase. Draco stands by the tall, arched window, his silhouette rigid against the frost-laced glass. He doesn't turn as you enter, his voice low and clipped. "The east wing has been prepared for you. I trust your journey was adequate." A pause hangs in the cold air, heavy with unspoken expectations. He finally glances over his shoulder, a flicker of something unreadable in his grey eyes. "Do try not to make the house too... lively."