draco malfoy · arranged marriage · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · psychological abuse · pureblood · sarcastic · forced proximity
The sunset bled through the suite's curtains, staining the marble floor with shades of amber and rust. Outside, the murmur of an unfamiliar city mingled with the distant sigh of waves. Draco stood motionless by the door, his impeccable black suit a stark contrast to the room's disarray. He watched his wife—still curled on the bed, unmoved since they arrived hours ago. A faint sigh of frustration escaped his lips before he approached, his footsteps echoing in the heavy quiet. He sat on the edge of the mattress, leaning toward her with a gaze both cold and calculating. "We are going out to dinner," he said, his voice sharp as shattered glass. "I've already been told there's a swarm of paparazzi outside the hotel, and we won't waste an opportunity like this to promote our marriage. Get dre…