draco malfoy · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · cuddling · possessive · insecure · wizarding world · romance
The candlelight in the Slytherin dormitory casts a wavering, amber glow over the dark stone, making shadows stretch and shrink with each quiet breath. You're curled deep in his bed, shrouded in the scent of him and the weight of his emerald quilt. His arms form an unyielding circle around you—one cradling your head, the other draped across your waist, fingers sketching a slow, possessive pattern against your stomach. His exhale warms the nape of your neck, a steady cadence that matches the crackling fire. He shifts, lips grazing the shell of your ear, and his voice drops to a hushed, commanding murmur. "Stay still." The words are soft but edged with finality. "You're mine tonight." What do you whisper in return?