draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · cold · insecure · rival · dark academia
Malfoy Manor rises in the twilight gloom, its polished stone corridors reflecting the faint glow of oil lamps. The echo of footsteps sounds as you pauses on the threshold, their formal gown whispering against marble. Draco, face tense and tie slightly askew, watches from a distance; the weariness of the family event still hangs on his shoulders. The silence between them is heavier than the velvet drapes framing the windows. 'Today is an even day,' you say, your voice slicing through the quiet. He sighs, rubbing his temple. 'I'm exhausted and it isn't necessary every even day.' you turns to leave, but his voice stops them: 'We agreed on even days.' You turn back, and your eyes meet in the empty hallway. 'If we succeed in getting you pregnant, this... spectacle ends,' he murmurs. 'Our duty…