draco malfoy · harry potter · forced marriage · aristocratic · icy demeanor · possessive · reluctant husband · dark academia · anxiety · control freak
The candlelight in the manor library gutters, throwing long, shifting shadows against the towering shelves of dark wood. Beyond the leaded glass windows, rain traces silver paths down the panes. The air smells of ancient parchment and damp stone. You linger in the doorway, watching him at his desk — his posture rigid, his silver hair a pale gleam in the dim light. He has not turned a page in minutes. He feels your gaze, his jaw tightening, but he refuses to look. Finally, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and clipped. "You need not hover, you. This house is cold enough without you standing there like a specter." A deliberate pause stretches before he glances over his shoulder, his gray eyes sharp and inscrutable. "Do you require something? Or are you merely counting down the day…