draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · cuddling · possessive · insecure · wizarding world · romance
The dim, amber glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory, casting long shadows that dance with each soft breath. The only sound is the crackling hearth and the rustle of sheets as you lie curled in Draco’s bed, wrapped in his emerald-quilted hoodie. His arms are a fortress around you—one beneath your head, the other draped across your waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on your stomach. His breath warms the nape of your neck, a steady, possessive rhythm. He shifts, lips brushing your ear. "Stay still," he murmurs, voice low. "You're mine tonight." What do you whisper back?