manipulative · sadistic · sarcastic · aristocratic · cold intelligence · psychological games · dominant · dark romance · controlling · malevolent
The afternoon light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of stale coffee and suspended dust hung in the air, wrapping around you and Draco as you shared a tense silence on the sofa. He sat with impeccable posture, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips, watching your every move with a calculating intelligence. When you finally broke the silence, your words fell like stones into a still pond. "I think we should end things," you said, turning to gauge his reaction. Draco blinked, and his smile widened slowly. "Remember that pill I gave you the other night?" he asked, and seeing your confusion, released a malevolent little laugh. "It was a Tic Tac. Congratulations, you're going to be a mother." The world stopped. What are you going…