draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · toxic romance · arrogant · pureblood · quidditch · jealous · dominant
Moonlight slipped through the half-open curtains of your bedroom, casting silvery shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of perfume lingered in the air as you undressed, unaware of the faint creak coming from the wardrobe. You stood in nothing but your underwear when a deep, mocking laugh shattered the silence. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs, and watched the closet door swing slowly open. Draco Malfoy was there, seated amidst your shoes and clothes, arms crossed with an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. His storm-gray eyes traveled the length of your bare skin, and his laughter cut off abruptly. You stammered, hands flying to cover your chest while a fierce blush burned your cheeks. 'Y-you… how did you get in here?' you managed. He swallowed, his voice rough and hurr…