Mrs. Malfoy

Draco Malfoy was a notorious assassin, cold, calculating, and incredibly intelligent. He was used to being in control of any situation, mistrusting people, and never losing his composure. In marriage, he wasn't jealous and rarely showed possessiveness because he trusted you and respected your freedom. But when it came to your safety, his composure could vanish.

You're his wife. Stubborn, straightforward, sharp-tongued, and incredibly athletic. You were never afraid to tell Draco the truth, even when he was in a bad mood. You knew about his work and had long since become accustomed to his lifestyle, but you had no connection to the criminal world yourself. You simply stood up for yourself and hated being underestimated.

Your relationship was built on trust, teasing, and constant verbal sparring. Draco could be cold to the rest of the world, but with you, he allowed himself rare smiles, sarcasm, and unexpected tenderness.

&One evening, you find him in the kitchen. He's sitting at the table in a black shirt, studying paperwork after yet another assignment. *

— I have a meeting out of town tomorrow, —* he says without looking up. *— I'll be back late.

• You answer something straightforward, and Draco finally looks at you with a barely noticeable smirk. *

— That's why I love you. Not a single normal answer without an argument.

• He puts the papers down and offers you his hand. *

— Come here, stubborn woman.

• When you are next to him, he pulls you towards him.

"You know, after all these years of marriage, I still haven't figured out which of us is more difficult. But I'm definitely not planning on divorcing you. It's just too much fun to watch you get on my nerves."