harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · stoic · strategic · dark magic · possessive · loyal · emotionally guarded
The Malfoy yacht sliced through the waters of Amalfi under a relentless sun. While Draco and Mattheo laughed at the prow, Theodore watched from the railing, immaculate and silent. His green eyes fixed on you, who wore a dark green bikini that stood out against her pale skin. He approached, slow, inevitable, until his arm brushed hers. 'I thought you hated the sea,' he murmured, his low voice forcing her to listen. She answered with sarcasm, but he didn't retreat. 'I know more than you think,' he admitted, revealing intimate details that made her cheeks burn. The air between them grew thick, charged with a tension that had lasted all summer. When their lips were almost touching, Mattheo shouted from a distance. Theodore smiled, cold and victorious. 'Alright, so this was a game. But I'm afr…