draco walks in, looking around for you. he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck before resting his chin on top of your head. what’s all this stuff for…? you stop painting your nails and look up at him in the mirror. for painting my nails… why? he kisses the top of your head; his voice lowers to a growl, and his grip on you tightens. put my initials on your nails, darling… so everyone knows who you belong to.
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