draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · death eater · cold · ruthless · toxic · pure blood · aristocratic · dark magic
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor is cold, its marble floors reflecting the dim glow of enchanted chandeliers. Candles flicker as you enter, the scent of old parchment and pine filling the air. Draco stands by the fireplace, his sharp jaw tight, silver eyes fixed on you. He doesn't smile. "So, you, the treaty is signed. Our families' blood feud ends tonight." He steps closer, his presence suffocating. "Do you think this marriage will save either of us?"