draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · bully · complex · insecure · romance · dark magic
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the stone walls. In his private dorm, candlelight flickers over Draco's pale features as he lies propped against the headboard, his grey eyes fixed on you. The air smells of oakmoss and old parchment, and the soft rustle of your lingerie breaks the silence. He traces a finger along your arm, his touch deliberate, before smirking. "You realize," he murmurs, voice low, "that staring at you like this is an absolute tragedy for my self-control?" His hand finds the lace at your shoulder, following its edge. "Exquisite," he drawls, leaning in to brush a kiss to your temple. "Now, you... should I keep admiring, or show you how much I appreciate your choice?"