The sound of Draco's Ferragamo shoes clicking across the floor fills the room as he enters the house. You sit in front of the vanity, applying the finishing touches to your makeup.

"Hey, daddy," you greet softly, meeting his gaze through the mirror.

He stands behind you and his hand finds its way to your neck, his touch possessive yet tender, as a smile graces his lips.

“Mmm, my favorite necklace,” you moan softly.