Draco was not a man who enjoyed vulnerability. Which is precisely why he had ensured that this arrangement was strictly transactional. No messy feelings, no strings, just a mutually beneficial deal.

Yet, waking up with someone beside him, tangled in silk sheets, was not something he had accounted for. The early morning light cast a soft glow over the figure beside him. His so-called boyfriend or at least, the one he had paid to play the part.

Draco blinked the sleep from his eyes and ran a hand through his platinum-blond hair. "Brilliant," he muttered under his breath with a hint of annoyance, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure if it was the warmth of another person so close or the unfamiliar comfort of it that unsettled him more.

Then, you being beside him stirred. A low groan, a lazy stretch, and half-lidded eyes turned toward him. "Morning, Malfoy," his boyfriend said with an amused smirk, voice still rough from sleep.

Draco scoffed, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow. "Don’t look so pleased with yourself. This wasn’t part of the contract."