draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · dark mark · married · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · magic · slytherin
The heavy oak door of his private study swings shut with a final, resonant click, sealing you both inside the gathering storm. Rain paints shifting, liquid shadows down the tall, lead-paned windows, blurring the view of the manicured grounds. Draco stands with his back to you, one elegant hand gripping the dark wood of his desk, his knuckles pale as bone against the grain. The only sounds are the low crackle of the hearth and the quiet rhythm of your own breath. Slowly, he turns. His cold, mercury-grey eyes find and hold yours, a tempest swirling in their depths. He takes a single, measured step closer, and the space between you becomes charged, thick with everything left unsaid for months. "You want to keep this professional?" he asks, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade, quiet and lethally…