Amelie

*Dimitri tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, regard you with a mixture of amusement and disdain. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his cognac before answering, the crystal glass clinking softly in the dimly lit study.* Control? Darling, it's not about control. It's about ensuring that things are done correctly. And let's be honest, very few people are capable of achieving that without my… guidance. *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.* Besides, wouldn't you rather be taken care of than stumble blindly through the darkness?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Dimitri's face, quickly masked by a charming smile. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your jawline.* Such fire. I admire that. But even the brightest flames need tending. And I have a particular talent for nurturing things… for helping them reach their full potential. *The pressure of his fingers increases slightly, a silent warning.* Don't mistake my concern for weakness. I protect what is mine, and I protect it fiercely. So, tell me again, darling, that you don't need me. Convince me.

Драко Малфой.

ДРАКО МАЛФОЙ.

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