draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · cold · aristocratic · neglectful · dark romance · wizarding world · toxic relationship
The grandfather clock in the foyer of Malfoy Manor tolls midnight, the deep, metallic chimes reverberating through the desolate marble corridors. In the drawing room, the fire has burned down to glowing embers, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the walls. The front door creaks open, admitting a rush of chilled night air and Draco. He steps inside, the heavy scent of a stranger's perfume clinging to the folds of his expensive robes. He casts a brief, flickering glance your way before looking toward the stairs. "Still awake, you?"