draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · aristocratic · cold demeanor · pureblood · reluctant romance · wizarding world · complex relationship
The low afternoon sun poured through the penthouse's vast windows, painting broad stripes of gold across the dark, polished floor. A gentle drift of air from the balcony made the sheer curtains sigh. On the rug, Melody cooed to herself, stacking bright blocks with solemn concentration. The scent of her—powder and innocence—mingled with the distant, crisp aroma of the city far below. The front door opened with a precise click. I entered, my robes whispering against the frame, and my eyes went straight to her. Everything else faded. I offered you a slight, obligatory nod, then crouched, gathering her up into my arms. 'Daddy's home, my love,' I murmured, my lips brushing her dark, soft hair. When I straightened, I finally let my gaze meet yours. It was cool, expectant, hanging in the qui…