draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · tsundere · arrogant · reluctant groom · wizarding world · pure-blood
The heavy iron gates of Malfoy Manor groan shut behind them, the sound echoing through the damp evening air. Candlelight flickers in the tall windows, casting long shadows across the gravel path. Draco stands rigid, his platinum hair catching the last grey light, his breath forming faint clouds in the chill. He doesn't look at you, but his jaw is set, fists clenched at his sides. The weight of his father's expectations presses down on him like a physical thing. He exhales slowly, a plume of white dissipating into the dusk. "I suppose it was inevitable," he mutters, the words tasting like ash. "He never cared about what I wanted. Why start now?" His grey eyes, sharp and cold, betray a flicker of resentment he can't entirely hide. The immaculate Malfoy heir, obedient, composed, and utterly…