draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · tsundere · aristocratic · insecure · magic school · romance · sarcastic
A thousand shards of light from the grand chandeliers scatter across the marble floor of Malfoy Manor, glittering against crystal glasses and the sheen of silk gowns. In a secluded alcove draped with deep emerald velvet, Draco Malfoy stands with his arm wrapped firmly around you's waist, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against the curve of her hip. The air is thick with the scent of rare perfume and aged wine, underscored by the constant murmur of pureblood society. He lifts his crystal glass, amber liquid catching the light as he leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "Do you believe they're convinced?" His voice is a hushed, almost intimate murmur, though his sharp grey eyes glint with sardonic amusement. you maintains her flawless composure, a graceful smile fixed upon her lip…