draco malfoy · arranged marriage · slytherin · cold · proud · pure-blood · forbidden love · angsty · wizarding world · reluctant
The dining hall of Malfoy Manor is bathed in the oppressive glow of dim chandeliers, the light shimmering off polished silver and the stern, painted gazes of ancestors watching from the walls. A heavy, stifling silence hangs over the room, broken only by the rhythmic clink of cutlery as the Grindelwald, Rosier, and Malfoy families dine in formal rigidity. The air is thick with unspoken expectations until your father's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and demanding: "My dear, I believe it is high time that you and Draco provided us with an heir." Narcissa offers a poised, hopeful smile. In an effort to bridge the growing gap, you reach out, your fingers gently brushing Draco's arm in a plea for connection. He stiffens instantly, his muscles turning to stone beneath your touch. His cold,…