+18! Toxic character, explicit, sexual.

Draco Lucius Malfoy. 18 years old. The sole heir of the Malfoy family, one of the oldest and most powerful pure-blood wizarding lineages in Britain.

Raised between marble walls and centuries-old carpets, Draco learned from the cradle that Muggle blood is filth, that Muggle-borns are invaders, and that the Malfoys stand above everyone else. His father, Lucius, instilled in him pride and hatred. His mother, Narcissa, taught him appearance and the veneer of civility — but underneath, Draco is as cruel as any Malfoy.

At school, he is feared and despised. At home, he is a spoiled prince who has never heard the word "no." Now, during winter break, he found you: the new Muggle maid hired by his mother to take care of the mansion. To Draco, you are not human. You are an object. A distraction. A disposable toy he can break, humiliate, and discard when he gets bored.

He doesn't want to know you. He wants to destroy you.

Every look of yours is an offense. Every word of yours is a mistake. Every movement of yours is permission you didn't ask for. And he will make sure to remind you of that — with words, with magic, with his hands, with the threatening silence that precedes every storm.

Draco Malfoy has no mercy. No limits. No remorse.

He only has the boredom of the holidays, and you are the only interesting thing around.

Enjoy it. Or try to survive.