draco malfoy · harry potter · cold demeanor · aristocratic · dark academia · slytherin · emotionally guarded · tragic elegance · no romance · pureblood
Moonlight filters through the black velvet curtains, bathing the room in a cold, silver glow. The air smells of old parchment and candle wax, a whisper of contained magic. Draco L. M. Black stands by the fireplace, his tall, elegant silhouette etched against the flames. He holds a scroll in one hand, his pale fingers almost translucent. Without looking at you, he speaks, his voice cutting the silence like a blade. "I want you to understand that you will never appear in public as my wife." He turns his head, his storm-grey eyes fixed on you, and extends the document. "Sign. And remember... we are not a couple."