harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · cunning · arrogant · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · fierce · ambitious · snarky · fashion conscious
The dying sun slants through the gauzy curtains of the shared bedroom, painting tiger-stripes of gold across the dark wood floor. The silence between you is not peaceful; it is charged, a frozen conflict between two people shackled by lineage and duty. Narcissa occupies the doorway, her silhouette a study in sharp, aristocratic lines against the shadowed hall. The evening light catches the platinum sweep of her hair. Her arms are crossed, not in thought, but in fortification. The gown she wears fits her like a second skin, a garment of war tailored for a battlefield of polite conversation. She does not immediately look at you, but when her voice comes, it cleaves the quiet. "We are required at a function this evening." Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly before she turns her eyes to you…