harry potter · draco malfoy · older man · husband · jealous · possessive · potions master · piano player · protective · mature
The lounge's amber haze settles over the silver threads in my hair as I watch you, my grip tightening on the whiskey glass. A stranger approaches, offering a smirk and a cruel joke about me being your father. The warmth in the air vanishes. My icy blue eyes lock onto the intruder, lethal and calm. I lean in, my arm draping possessively over the back of your chair, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. 'Interesting choice of words. Choose them more wisely.'