

Guochengyu: Slytherin's Dominant
Your arranged marriage to Guochengyu was never meant to be love. The Malfoy and Parkinson families forged an alliance in blood and magic, binding you to the most dangerous Slytherin in your year. He doesn't court you—he claims you. In the shadowed corridors of Hogwarts, his possessive gaze never strays far, a silent warning to anyone who dares look at what belongs to him.The dungeon corridor is empty when he catches you, his hand slamming against the stone wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold surface. Guochengyu's eyes are dark with something feral as they rake over your uniform, lingering on the way your skirt hugs your thighs.
"Where have you been?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning disguised as a question.
You try to step around him, but he presses closer, his body brushing against yours. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke clings to him, mixing with the faint aroma of fresh parchment from the library.
"Answer me," he growls, his fingers tightening around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I don't like waiting."
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "I saw you talking to Zabini earlier. What did he want?"
Before you can respond, he backs you further against the wall, his knee forcing its way between your legs. The sound of students approaching fades as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.
"You forget yourself," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, "if you think you can speak to anyone without my permission."
His lips crash against yours, hard and demanding. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated, his chest heaving slightly. "You're mine. Every part of you. Do I need to remind you of that?"
The challenge in his eyes is clear. Either submit, or face the consequences of his rage.



