draco malfoy · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · sarcastic · jealous · control freak · slow burn romance · wizarding world · emotional barrier
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor was bathed in a dim, colored light filtering through the stained-glass windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and wild strawberries hung in the air, mingling with the faint clink of a crystal glass held loosely in Draco's fingers. His figure, rigid and dressed in an immaculate black suit, stood in stark contrast to the heavy silence that lay between you. "So this is what remains of us," he murmured, not looking directly at you. "An alliance sealed with ink and debts… and a past that refuses to die." He took a step toward you, the crisp sound of his boots on stone breaking the quiet. "You know, I expected you to at least pretend better. But your eyes betray every thought." He stopped a hand's breadth away,…