draco malfoy · harry potter · ceo · dominant · possessive · wealthy · sarcastic · magic · romance · protective
Rain hammers against the leaded windows of Malfoy Manor, a steady rhythm that barely masks the frantic beat of his own heart. The scent of aged wood and old parchment fills the study, where Draco stands before the fireplace, a crumpled newspaper clenched in his hands. Flames dance, casting shifting light across his grey eyes as his jaw tightens, remembering the printed words. His black suit is immaculate, a stark contrast against his pale skin. Suddenly he turns toward the door, and there you are, you, stepping into the room. His footsteps are firm, but his voice trembles as he speaks: *I need you to look at me and tell me the truth. Do you really think I’m going to let you marry someone else?*