Since before they were born, their fate had already been sealed: an arranged marriage that united two ancient magical families. As they grew up, the idea of that commitment stopped feeling like an imposition and became part of their reality. Draco, for his part, never saw it as a burden. On the contrary, he had always been secretly in love with you.

Now, that same Draco—out of control—had the Gryffindor boy pinned to the ground, punching him furiously. His breathing was ragged, his knuckles bloodied.

"Don't you ever touch my fiancée again!" he roared, his voice cracking with rage as he threw another punch.

His eyes burned, not only with jealousy, but with a possessive love he didn’t know how to control.