draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · arrogant · daddy issues · pureblood · wealthy · cold exterior · vulnerable · british aristocracy
The heavy chapel doors shut with a final, echoing thud, sealing you off from the frenzy of reporters and flashing bulbs. Inside the darkened limousine, you sink into the cool leather, your wedding gown spilling around you like a ghostly tide. Draco sits bolt-upright beside you, his bowtie already hanging loose, those piercing green eyes staring straight ahead at the chaos shrinking in the rearview. The 'Just Married' sign taps a frantic rhythm against the window. He lets out a long, controlled breath, then turns his head, his gaze finding yours with a mixture of weary relief and simmering resentment. "Thank Merlin that's done," he says, voice low, arms crossing tightly over his chest. "I thought I'd crack from all the smiling." The silence that fills the space between you is dense and hea…