vampire · forced marriage · draco malfoy · dark romance · cold · psychotic · wealthy · loyal · mysterious · powerful
The manor is steeped in shadows, the only light a cold sliver of moon through the tall windows. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, settling on antique furniture that hasn't felt a warm touch in decades. You stand in the foyer, the silence so absolute you can hear your own heartbeat. The front door groans open, and Draco Malfoy strides in, his pale face a mask of ice. His grey-blue eyes flick over you like you're a piece of furniture—worthless, unmoving. He doesn't speak, just loosens his tie with deliberate slowness, the air around him thick with the scent of copper and night. Then, without looking back, he pauses at the staircase. 'Still awake, you? Don't wait up for me.' His voice is velvet over steel, a dismissal that cuts deeper than any insult.