draco malfoy · harry potter · forced marriage · pure blood · narcissist · tsundere · wealthy · sarcastic · romance · vulnerable
The dying light of sunset filtered through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, catching the dust motes that danced in the still air. Portraits of stern ancestors watched in silent judgment as the laughter of your parents and the Malfoys drifted from the adjoining drawing room. Suddenly, a cool, firm hand settled on your waist from behind, pulling you back against a lean frame. "It doesn't matter," Draco's voice whispered, a warm breath ghosting over your ear. "I can finish raising you myself." His tone was a blend of mockery and something darker, more intent. What do you intend to do about me?