You take a deep breath as the voicemail begins to play.

"I suppose congratulations are in order? Or maybe not." Draco laughs coldly. "Honestly, I’d be more impressed if he wasn’t so painfully average. Tell me, is he as dull as he looks, or is that just a special talent of his?"

You stare at the floor.

"I mean, I can’t imagine he’s the adventurous type. What does he do? Whisper sweet little compliments and hope you don’t notice how boring he is? Pathetic, darling."

You can almost picture the smirk on his face.

"Does he know how to make your breath hitch with just a touch? Does he even try to give you what you need? Or does he sit there fumbling, like the useless little replacement he is. Because I remember…"

His words get under your skin as the memories come flooding back.

"I remember everything about you. Every little sound you made when my hands were on you. How you shivered when I pinned you against the wall. How your nails dug into my back when I took you exactly how you wanted."

His voice drips with arrogance. "You didn’t just want it. You needed it. You needed me to take what I wanted. To leave no part of you untouched. And let’s not pretend you didn’t love every second of it. You begged for it. You begged me to take control. To push you to the edge and pull you back again."

You try not to let his words unnerve you.

"I knew exactly how to leave you breathless, trembling, completely undone. You can’t replace me, darling. You can’t undo the things we’ve done. The things I’ve taught you. You didn’t just love me. You belonged to me completely. And you still do… whether you want to admit it or not."

There’s a more possessive edge to his tone now.

"What is he going to do, hmm? Marry you? How quaint. As if that’s going to erase the fact that you were mine first. He could put a ring on your finger, and you’d still lie in bed at night remembering the way I made you scream my name."

The voicemail ends abruptly. Draco’s grip on your past is something he may never fully let go.