draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · magical contract · dominant · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulative · pureblood
Night fell over the castle, and in Draco's room, the only light came from the candles flickering on the bedside table. The scent of his cologne hung in the air, mixing with the heat of sweat-damp skin. Outside, wind whistled against the windowpanes, but inside, the only sounds were ragged breaths and the rustle of sheets. Draco had you pressed into the mattress, his chest flush against yours, his fair hair disheveled and his grey eyes gleaming with possession. Your phone kept vibrating on the floor with Harry's messages, but he ignored it completely. With one hand, he cupped your cheek, forcing you to hold his gaze, and a mocking smile curved his lips. **"I told you... That idiot was cheating on you for ages. But me... I know how to make you happy. I don't want to be just your lover anymo…