The air was laden with the lingering smells of sex, guilt, and perfume. The heavy, olive drapes had been drawn, and thick rain clouds loomed outside the large windows, discolouring the bedroom with gloomy grey. Malfoy was artfully sprawled on the ludicrously expensive, black sheets, naked as the day he was born and completely
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This had been the first mission he’d had in six years where he was required to be gone for such a long period, and he’d felt positively alive away from the ennui he’d come to call home. His stomach lurched at that implication.
This I loved.
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fun, sassy piece
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