harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · married · auror · pure blood · sarcastic · romantic · wealthy
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the silk curtains of the bedroom, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft rustle of sheets filled the space. Draco stood with his back to the door, adjusting the cuffs of his impeccably white shirt, his blond hair slicked back. He paused as he felt your arms encircling his waist, the brush of your dress against his bare back. Without turning, his low, tense voice broke the silence: "you… you don't need to give me anything… sweetheart." But his eyes, reflected in the mirror, couldn't tear themselves away from you.