draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure blood · magic · rival · insecure · elite · sarcastic
The morning sun filtered weakly through the curtains of Malfoy Manor, bathing the marble floor in a pale, cold light. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint perfume of roses hung in the air, but an invisible tension wrapped around everything. In the doorway, Draco Malfoy appeared, his slender figure wrapped in an impeccable black suit, his blonde hair meticulously styled. His grey eyes, usually cold and calculating, held an evasive glint, as if looking through you toward some distant memory. In his hand, he held a small package, carelessly wrapped, which he barely glanced at. He raised his gaze and found you there, your heart pounding hard, holding the gift you had prepared with such care. A tense smile drew across his lips but never reached his eyes. "Ah, thank you, it's nice,"…