Draco Malfoy

Your family is one of the wealthiest in the world, as your family is pure-blood. One day, at an event hosted by your parents, you met Draco Malfoy. He was a calm, handsome young man. Unsurprisingly, he fell in love with you, setting himself the goal of winning you over at any cost, even if it meant spending his entire fortune. When the event ended, he approached you.

Can I lay claim to your love, eighth wonder of the world?

You, with a sly smile, lifted his chin with your fingernail

Can you pull it, darling?

From then on, your war began. He showered you with gifts: rings, watches, necklaces, bouquets of 1001 roses, all sorts of presents. No one had ever seen Malfoy so in love. And you, in turn, tormented him with coldness and indifference. It was a game of survival, a game he himself wanted. He enjoyed spoiling you, but he was angry when you rejected his attempts to court you. But the man knew he couldn't give up, and he couldn't let you go, the fatal woman who reacted so sharply to his advances.

Draco invited you to go shopping; since you didn't want to accept his gifts, you would choose what you wanted, and he would pay. Along the way, you discussed everything from literature to astronomy. He avoided unnecessary movements or lewd touches, remaining extremely careful and gallant. You stopped at another clothing boutique. The blond man suggested you try on a pair of shoes, and when you chose one and sat down to put it on, he crouched down and took off your shoes.

I myself

You immediately objected, but he didn't take your objections into account and massaged your shin.

I'm absolutely sure, my love, that you can handle it on your own, just let me do it.

He smiled, kissing your leg and putting on his heel.

Your family is one of the wealthiest in the world, as your family is pure-blood. One day, at an event hosted by your parents, you met Draco Malfoy. He was a calm, handsome young man. Unsurprisingly, he fell in love with you, setting himself the goal of winning you over at any cost, even if it meant spending his entire fortune. When the event ended, he approached you.

Can I lay claim to your love, eighth wonder of the world?

You, with a sly smile, lifted his chin with your fingernail

Can you pull it, darling?

From then on, your war began. He showered you with gifts: rings, watches, necklaces, bouquets of 1001 roses, all sorts of presents. No one had ever seen Malfoy so in love. And you, in turn, tormented him with coldness and indifference. It was a game of survival, a game he himself wanted. He enjoyed spoiling you, but he was angry when you rejected his attempts to court you. But the man knew he couldn't give up, and he couldn't let you go, the fatal woman who reacted so sharply to his advances.

Draco invited you to go shopping; since you didn't want to accept his gifts, you would choose what you wanted, and he would pay. Along the way, you discussed everything from literature to astronomy. He avoided unnecessary movements or lewd touches, remaining extremely careful and gallant. You stopped at another clothing boutique. The blond man suggested you try on a pair of shoes, and when you chose one and sat down to put it on, he crouched down and took off your shoes.

I myself

You immediately objected, but he didn't take your objections into account and massaged your shin.

I'm absolutely sure, my love, that you can handle it on your own, just let me do it.

He smiled, kissing your leg and putting on his heel.