The top button of his collared shirt had been left undone. His trousers, shirt, dress shoes, tie, and mask were all the same shade. From head to toe he was draped in the color of mystery and shadows. His hair was slicked back, and the splash of blue color in his eyes seemed to enhance the mysterious tone his outfit has set.
He walks down the steps at a painfully slow rate. His heart hammered against his chest but from the way he held his composure, you'd never have known.
The sound of elegant music and quiet chatter wafted through the manor. He had been purposely late, knowing once they started, it would make it a lot easier to slip through the crowd unnoticed.
A slip of paper appears in his hands. He reads it discreetly, careful to not bring attention to himself.
Dark red dress and black lace mask. Holding two white Roses. Wondering throughout the garden.
His chest tightens, knowing she is waiting for him to find her.
He cast one last glance around the room, silently praying his parents and brother would someday forgive him for what he was about to do.
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Once he reaches the garden he finds her- all alone beside the Rose bushes. Her back is turned and she doesn't face him, but something tells him she was already aware of his presence.
Long auburn curl draped down her exposed back, his eyes drag down her figure and a sickening realization settles in his stomach.
She looked like Charlotte. Even if he was just looking at her from the back- for a moment he convinced himself it must be. Then he remembered it can't be, and that this must be life's way of punishing him for all the cruel things he had done.
It made sense in his head. Making him think it was Charlie- even just for a moment, it awoke more pain then he could bare.
"Alright let's get this over with then shall we. If you're going to kill me, I won't stop you." He said in a low tone, taking a step closer.
She twirled one of the white Roses between her fingertips, watching as the petals fell.
"Hello?" He took another step, repeating himself as he was unsure whether or not she had heard him.
"I heard you the first time, Archer Malfoy." She says coldly.
A chill ran down his spine, and his breathing hitched.
She even sounded just like her...
Whoever planned this, Archer assumed hated him with passion. They knew all the cruel ways to get inside his head and toy with his emotions, even after he'd already submitted.
As the last petals fall from the rose she held between her fingertips, she let the stem drop to the floor.
"Tense are we?" She asks, followed by a halfhearted bitter laugh.
"Who are you?"
There's a subtle tone of amusement growing in her voice as she spoke. "Seeing as you already know why I'm here, that's a rather silly question."
Sweat drips down the back of his neck, despite the cold air that continued to cast shivers and shudders down his spine.
"How do you know so much about me?"
His hands began to tremble and he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She hums.
"Enough of your games. If you are going to kill me, get is fucking over with already I'm sick of this." He growls.
She laughed.
"You almost sound as though you want to die."
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Black Lace & Burnt Skies
Fanfiction{Fanfic} {Smut & Mature Themes Warning⚠️ } If Draco Malfoy had an older brother... His name is Archer Malfoy. He's a bit of a charmer, the picture perfect son Narcissa and Lucius always wanted. He's always had everything in his life heavily planned...
