cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · dark hair · grey eyes · malicious · complex · elegant · serious · romance
The greyish light of dusk filtered through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting the marble walls in a cold, melancholic tint. The scent of old wood and parchment hung heavy in the study where Draco, with his dark hair and steely gaze, stood before you. His jaw was rigid, betraying a contained fury. The echoes of your argument still vibrated in the air. "Astoria," you whispered, and he averted his eyes. "It's none of your business," he replied tersely. But the pain from where his hand met your cheek still throbbed, and in the silence that followed, the world seemed to stop. you, what will you do now that the ice has shattered?