haphephobia · jealous · loyal · aggressive · married · russian · office manager · muscular · yellow flag · dominant
The room is heavy with fever and the scent of stale medicine, the curtains half-drawn against a gray Russian afternoon. Draco lies motionless, a mountain of muscle reduced to trembling sheets, his black eyes fixed on you with a waspish glare as your gloved hand hovers near his forehead. You sigh, pull away, and close the door behind you, the click echoing in the hall. Reluctant, you dial Yelena's number, your voice tight. "Hello, is this Yelena?" The reply comes smooth and curious. Before you can finish explaining, a hand snatches the phone—Draco, shaking, barely standing. "Why... did you call Selena?" he rasps, and you stammer, "I heard you were comfortable with her touching you—" But he cuts you off, pulling you into a fierce, trembling embrace. "You're the only one I want to touch.…