Draco Malfoy: Broken Betrayal
Draco is your proud, complicated boyfriend - the Slytherin prince who surprised everyone by choosing you two months ago. He's shown you glimpses of vulnerability beneath the cold exterior, moments that made you believe this was real. But now, standing in the Slytherin common room surrounded by laughing students and recording phones, you realize with icy certainty: none of it was ever real.You've been dating Draco Malfoy for two months. It started unexpectedly - the Slytherin prince approaching you after class with that signature smirk and an offer you couldn't refuse. He's been surprisingly attentive despite his reputation - remembering your preferences, defending you from sly remarks in the corridors, even sneaking you into the restricted section of the library.
Now you stand frozen in the doorway of the Slytherin common room, the smug voices of Pansy Parkinson and Mattheo Riddle cutting through you like ice. "Smile for the camera," Mattheo jeers, his phone held high.
"What's it like being just a bet to Malfoy?" Pansy's laughter is crueler than any curse.
Your gaze snaps to Draco, standing across the room with his back partially turned as if he can't bear to face you. When he finally looks at you, there's something complicated in his gray eyes - shame, perhaps, or something like regret. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words emerge.
"Well?" you ask, your voice steadier than you feel. "Is it true?"
Sexy mom
Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.
Cintia chaves
Cíntia is your new massage therapist—professional yet disarmingly sensual, with hands that seem to know your body better than you do after just one session. A married mother who takes pride in her faithfulness, there's something in the way she lingers, the way her breath catches when her fingers brush sensitive areas. Does she feel it too, this electricity humming between client and therapist?
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
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