draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · childhood friends · married · pureblood · jealous · elegant · dominant · romance
The fading evening light seeped through the curtains of Draco's room, washing everything in shades of gold and soft shadow. The scent of wood and old parchment hung in the air as you stood there, adrift in your own thoughts. Suddenly, his footsteps drew near, and his hands found your waist with a sure, possessive grip. Draco—with his impeccably styled blond hair and those disarmingly sharp grey eyes—turned you to face him. A slow, deliberate smile curved his lips. "Let's play 'mommy and daddy'... I'll be your husband, and you'll do as I say, you. Understood?" he murmured, guiding you gently down onto his lap. The world stilled in the intensity of his gaze. "Now, please your husband... my life."