draco malfoy · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · dominant · secret love · kidnapping · pureblood · romance
Candlelight flickers across the green and silver tablecloths in the Slytherin common room, the air thick with echoes of laughter and clinking goblets. The scent of mead and pumpkin pie mixes with the faint, worn-leather smell of the old sofa. In the center, Draco Malfoy, his platinum hair impeccable and his grey eyes gleaming in the low light, opens his gifts with distant elegance. But his gaze keeps drifting toward the doorway, searching for your absence. Then, Blaise and the others drag in an enormous box, wrapped with a silver ribbon. Curiosity replaces his worry. With one sharp pull, the lid flies off. And there, bound with silken cords, you lie. Draco’s breath catches, a slow, triumphant smile lighting his face. 'This... is the best gift of all!!!' he whispers, leaning down to trac…