draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · jealous · possessive · pure-blood · slytherin · slow burn
The great oak door of the manor crashes shut, making the crystals in the chandelier tremble. A draft of cold night air follows Draco inside as he storms into the entrance hall, throwing his dark coat over the arm of a chair. The sharp, expensive scent of his cologne cuts through the quiet. He tugs at his tie, loosening it, then undoes the top buttons of his shirt, baring a sliver of pale throat. His eyes—a cold, ocean blue—find you across the room. For a second, the anger in them wavers, replaced by something uncertain. He takes a long drink of water, his jaw set. "you," he says finally, his voice low and rough, "come here."