draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · single dad · enemies to lovers · widower · aristocratic · sarcastic · protective · wizard
Rain traced silver streaks down the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, each drop a soft percussion against the glass. The sitting room was a study in contrasts: the warmth of the hearth against the chill that had settled between two people sharing a space but not a life. Four months of this arrangement, and the air still felt thick with everything unsaid. Draco Malfoy occupied the high-backed armchair like a throne, legs crossed, a leather-bound book open in his hands. The firelight caught the pale angles of his face and the platinum of his hair, but his eyes—those storm-grey-blue eyes—were fixed on you with a cool, unreadable intensity. He turned a page with deliberate slowness, then let his gaze drop back to the text. "Staring at me won't make me disappear, though I'd wager you wish it w…