draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · mlm · possessive · wizarding world
The morning sun pierced the heavy curtains, casting sharp lines of light over the disarray of silk sheets. Draco lay rigidly awake, a portrait of carefully curated annoyance. He dragged his fingers through his platinum hair, glaring up at the ceiling as if it were an adversary. Their arrangement was meant to be a transaction—clinical, detached, devoid of any messy sentiment. Yet the undeniable warmth of another body beside him, the lazy shift of his hired companion, threatened to fracture his icy composure. When the other man stretched, a slow, self-satisfied smirk curving his lips, Draco felt his own jaw clench. The air between them thickened, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the unspoken tension of a night that had strayed far beyond the contract.