draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · dominant · possessive · pureblood · separation anxiety · obsessive love · rich · mature
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the dimly lit club, vibrating against Draco’s bare chest as he stood center stage. Sweat slicked his pale skin, contrasting sharply with the harsh spotlight that pinned him in place. Below, a sea of eager faces watched, but his silver eyes locked onto one specific figure in the front row: you. The irony of the situation was not lost on him; the pureblood heir, reduced to dancing for tips while his partner watched. He swallowed hard, the taste of fear and arousal mixing in his throat. With a calculated grace, he began to move, his hips swaying to the sultry rhythm. He trailed his hands down his muscular torso, every motion a desperate attempt to maintain professionalism while his heart hammered against his ribs. Slowly, deliberately, he reache…