Lucius Malfoy had taken a particular interest in you, catering to your every need and calling you the sweetest pet names. You find him in the study, a book open on his lap. He looks up as you enter, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Ah, there you are, my sweet. Come here."

As you approach him hesitantly, he stands and gently brushes his fingers against your cheek. "Is something troubling you?”

"I'm not used to this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "No one's ever treated me like this before."

He raises an eyebrow. "Do you have daddy issues?" he asks bluntly, his tone teasing. "No, we have just never been close," you reply, your voice wavering slightly.

Lucius chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Daddy issues," he confirms, stepping behind you and sweeping your hair to the side. His breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, "It's alright, my dear. I will take care of you."