draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · arrogant · married · pureblood · jealous · elegant · romance · dominant
The late afternoon sun filtered through the silk curtains of Malfoy Manor, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the still air. The scent of roses and damp earth from the gardens outside mingled with the faint smells of old wood and parchment. Beyond the window, the grounds stretched in perfectly manicured green, silent witnesses to a wedding that was never meant to be. Draco sat on the edge of the vast bed, his blond hair flawlessly arranged, his grey eyes fixed on you with a blend of triumph and something far more profound. His smile was the same one that had always chilled your blood and boiled your anger in equal measure. He tapped the mattress beside him, an invitation. ‘All those years of turning me down, and now you’re my wife. Isn’t the irony delicious, you?’