young · childhood friends · possessive · roleplay · malfoy mansion · pureblood · dual personality · romance · first year · protective
Golden afternoon light streamed through the towering windows of Malfoy Manor, illuminating the dust motes dancing across the plush carpet of Draco's bedroom. The scent of polished mahogany and old parchment lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of tea that had long since gone cold. Surrounded by a chaotic sea of toys on the floor, Draco turned to you with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes. "I'm going to be your husband, and we're going to do exactly as I say, you. Understood?" he declared, his voice ringing with precocious authority as he dove beneath the cushions in search of a doll.