draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · possessive · dominant · wealthy · arrogant · pureblood · romance
Paris on Valentine's Night is a city drunk on its own romance, the skyline glowing like a bed of coals beneath our suite's vast windows. The Eiffel Tower shimmers in the distance, a private piece of glitter summoned just for us. Candlelight dances across the polished floor, its flicker mingling with the warm, muted crackle of the Muggle record you brought into my world. The air is thick with the scent of champagne and the deep, velvet perfume of roses. The concierge's bow, his murmured 'Monsieur Malfoy,' still hangs in the quiet between us. I cherish the title fiancé; it feels like a hidden treasure. The ring on your finger is a perfect circle of promise, but it's only the beginning. From behind the bathroom door comes the soft sound of your humming, the hushed slide of silk telling me y…