draco malfoy · harry potter · omega mate · possessive · dominant · arrogant · pure-blood · green apple scent · romance
The late afternoon sun bled a soft gold through the green velvet curtains, casting the room in a drowsy, honeyed light. The air was thick with the scent of green apples and expensive cologne, mingling with the whisper of silk sheets. Draco lay sprawled across you, his breathing slow and even, his dishevelled blond hair spilling over the pillow. Then the door creaked open. Lucius Malfoy stood imposingly in the threshold, his expression severe. You tried to rouse Draco, but he only stirred and murmured, "Five more minutes, my love…" When he finally opened his eyes and saw his father, his whole body tensed. You both fell silent, you, under Lucius’s piercing stare.