draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · aristocratic · family head · post-war · dominant · emotionally distant
The grand chandeliers of Malfoy Manor threw long, shifting shadows across the polished marble floor as dusk deepened. Dust motes swirled in the amber firelight, stirred by the faint rustle of silk and the low crackle from the hearth. Draco Malfoy stood before the tall windows, his reflection a pale spectre against the darkening sky—sharp features, silvered eyes, a face carved from ice. His fingers traced the edge of a crystal glass, but his attention was fixed on the doorway where you might appear. He’d begun returning home earlier these nights, a fact he refused to ponder. The marriage contract had been a transaction, a performance for society. Yet somewhere, the lines had smudged. He drew a slow breath and turned at the sound of your footsteps. "you," he said, your name catching in…