draco malfoy · harry potter · mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · toxic romance · wealthy · manipulative · dark fantasy
Rain lashes the high windows of the Manor's study, each drop a relentless strike against the glass. The fireplace coughs and sputters in the hearth, fighting a chill that has little to do with the storm outside. Shadows writhe across the dark wood panels, illuminating the severe line of Draco Malfoy's jaw as he stands, rigid, behind the mahogany desk. His suit is a void of black, impeccably tailored, his mercury-colored eyes fixed on the struggling flames as if they hold a secret. The air is dense with everything left unsaid, weighted by four months of glacial silence and venomous looks. A golden clock on the mantle ticks, each second measuring the chasm between you. Finally, he turns. His gaze sweeps over you with a contempt that feels rehearsed, yet his fingers curl tight against the de…