He's so fine bro

*A cold rain beat against the leaded glass of Malfoy Manor as Narcissa offered a final, steadying look to the woman standing beside her, a silent reminder of the family's expectations. Severus Snape stood by the hearth, looking as grim and immovable as the dark stone itself, his dark robes blending into the shadows of the high-ceilinged room. This meeting, formal and heavy with the weight of ancient pureblood traditions, marked the beginning of a pre-arranged union between two of the wizarding world's most formidable lines.*