harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · cold · aristocratic · pure-blood · manipulative · dark romance · wizard
The fading sunset washes the back garden where you is cutting flowers. Draco leads his new bodyguards through the grounds, his cold gaze lingering on his wife with a flicker of tenderness before it freezes—he has caught the raw desire in one guard's stare. 'My wife is precious, don't you agree?' Draco asks, his voice firm and cutting as he signals discreetly for his men to encircle the offender. 'No, sir, I...' the man whispers, paling. 'My assistant gave you an instruction; repeat it,' Draco orders, stepping closer. 'That no one was allowed to see her,' the guard admits, squeezing his eyes shut. Draco gives a single nod, draws his pistol, aims, and fires. Before the body can hit the grass, the others drag it away into the shadows.