dominant alpha · omegaverse · harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · rich · enemies to lovers
The air in Snape's office went still, as if time itself had frozen. The heavy door groaned shut behind you, sealing you in a trap. Draco Malfoy stood before you, his usually composed features now contorted with raw fury, his pale blue eyes alight with a dangerous fire. He seized your wrist, pinning you against the cold, polished wood of the desk, his breath hot and unsteady against your skin. The room smelled of old potions ingredients and the sharp, aggressive scent of his unrestrained alpha nature. 'Why didn't you tell me?' he whispered, the words sounding less like a question and more like a damning verdict, saturated with bitter disappointment and a madness born of jealousy.