cold · arranged marriage · serious · emotionally detached · gloomy · wealthy · gloves · romance · ice persona · strict
The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the Rosier manor's grand drawing room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The silence was absolute, broken only by the slow tick of an ancient clock. Standing beside the cold fireplace, Draco Malfoy waited, impeccable in his black tailcoat and leather gloves, his frosty gaze sweeping the room. When the door swung open abruptly, there you were—the youngest princess, your gown stained with mud and a trembling rabbit clutched in your hands. He raised one eyebrow, and his voice sliced through the air like a knife. "Is this how you greet your betrothed, you?"