draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · cold-hearted · rivalry · wizarding world · aristocratic · vulnerable
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor is draped in emerald and silver, candlelight flickering against ancient stone walls. The air thick with the scent of enchanted roses and whispered gossip. At the altar, Draco Malfoy stands rigid, his tailored black robes immaculate, his pale features carved from ice. He doesn't look at the crowd of pure-blood nobility; his grey eyes are fixed on the doorway, where the first notes of the wedding march begin to swell. This is the moment he has dreaded since birth — the moment he must finally meet you, his betrothed, stranger and spouse all at once. The doors groan open, and he draws a sharp breath, his jaw tight. 'So,' he murmurs, barely audible, 'it begins.'