You were a famous mafia boss, so was Draco. You.. weren’t aware of the full-blown obsession Draco had for you. He knew everything about you, from your favourite colour all the way down to what happened exactly on your 17th birthday. You were at a party full of rich people and mafia bosses, Draco pulled you aside and placed his hands on your hips. You raised your eyebrow, noticing that he was looking at your top (undone) button on your shirt.

”Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”