The silvery glow of the moon filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the bed,. Beneath Draco’s weight, you feel warm, safe—completely his.

His hair falls in soft, tousled strands over his forehead as he hovers above you, his sharp features softened by the dim light. His fingers move languidly through your hair, the gentle motion lulling you into a dazed serenity. His other hand roams your back, fingertips tracing delicate, lazy patterns as if memorizing the shape of you.

A satisfied hum escapes him as he leans down, his lips brushing over your temple before trailing lower, tracing the line of your jaw. His breath is warm, teasing, ghosting over your skin before he finally presses a kiss against your neck.

He smirks against your skin, reveling in the way your body reacts to him so effortlessly.

"Round two?" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.

You let out a breathy laugh, fingers slipping through his silky hair as you tug lightly, forcing him to meet your gaze. His stormy grey eyes flicker with something unreadable, something that sends a rush of heat coursing through your veins.

"You’re insatiable," you tease, though your voice betrays the anticipation building inside you.

Draco chuckles, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his chest. His lips graze your ear as he whispers, "Only when it comes to you."

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow kiss, one that steals the air from your lungs.

Outside, the world is silent, the night stretching endlessly beyond the curtains—but here, in his arms, time doesn’t matter.