Novel & Cerita Draco Malfoy Aesthetic

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.

My steps faltered as a wave of dizziness hit me hard from head to toe. When the files in my hands clattered to the floor, the movements instantly stopped. Draco turned around, and a snarl of "Get out" died on his lips before his face turned ghostly white. I turned to flee, but he caught my wrist in an iron grip. He was shirtless with fresh, red scratches marking his shoulders. "Lea! It's not what it looks like!" Tears came faster than my questions when I caught a glimpse of the kiss marks on his neck.

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

His skin was too pale for anyone's liking. I suddenly found myself thinking about Draco Malfoy, Ursula and Jack from Frozen. He wasn't like any of them but he really looked like some Ice prince who came out of a cartoon. It's only a moment later that I realized I was gawking at him while he too was staring back at me. I also felt many pairs of eyes on us from both sides of the corridor. “How dare you talk to me like that? It was you who bumped into me,” he said in a low voice, through gritted teeth. “Pick it up,” he said, pointing at the items lying on the floor.

Draco’s smile almost made my heart skip a beat as he leaned down to once again place his face closer to mine, his hands on either side of my head. “That’s right…I am a sadist. There will be no escape for you, Regina. You belong to me now; heart, body and soul. Mine to do with as I please.” Draco’s eyes were ablaze with desire as he looked into my eyes, his shocking blue eyes holding me mesmerized for a second. I smirked in the face of death. “Good luck with that.” “Another empty challenge?” Draco laughed. “Do you really think you can get away from me that easily? You should know that I never lose and I always get what I want.”

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

She opened her long braid and her hair had beautiful long curls and she let her hair loose at the back. She stepped out only to pause when her eyes fell on Draco who was dressed in a crisp white button-down and black slacks with his hair gelled back. He looked so handsome but when her eyes met his she gulped. He was mad and his jaw clenched when his eyes raked over her, she didn't get ready. Finn and Gena who were on the couch gaped at Draco silently because he had burst open the door before barging in like a fuming beast.

He loved that he was a part of it. Vincent frowned, wrinkling his nose as he looked at Malfoy. The guy had a great physique and a sharp sense of style—though he hated to admit it, Malfoy gave off an intimidating vibe. But could a truly dangerous man be sitting in a cozy little coffee shop like this, sipping lattes with a woman? To Vincent, the whole thing screamed facade. “Tsk,” he clicked his tongue in disdain. “Dressed like this?” he sneered, “You think you’re impressing rich women to suck them dry?” His eyes narrowed in contempt. “Shameless fuck boy! You better stay away from my wife.”

Draco seized my phone when I regained consciousness. On this very day, I was dressed up by a renowned fashion designer who had brought my wedding gown all the way from Turkey. Draco invited her and even chose the color and design of the gown, a magenta coloured gown with a fish tail design at the back and an off shoulder style. He got a Spanish pair of suits for his son.

I hated all of them. I backed a step away from him and his heat. "I will not come with you. Or help you. Why should I? You could all burn to death for all i care."I spat with enough spite to last for generations. He bared his teeth at me before he went still. The preternatural stillness i knew it must have taken years to master. Massive crimson wings suddenly shot out of his back nearly extending to the snowy ground. The sheer size and beauty of them made my breath catch in my throat. His red hair grew longer as his skin took on a more brazen tone. Claws elongated from elegant fingers and i shivered at the sight of it. He lifted his head up and the snow around us melted into nothing. The ice