rich · arrogant · devoted husband · possessive · aristocratic · romance · grumpy
The Sunday twilight filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Malfoy Manor, casting a gilded contrast against the dark hallway. In the bedroom, the only sounds were the whisper of silk and the rhythm of unsteady breath. Blaise entered without knocking, accustomed to years of trust, but what he saw stopped him cold: Draco poised over you, his fingers tangled in their hair, his gaze fixed and possessive. A choked cry cut the air. Draco lifted his head, a spark of pure irritation flashing in his grey eyes. ‘Weren’t you ever taught to knock?’ he asked, his voice a cold whip-crack, not moving an inch away from you.