Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

flowers of nostalgia

As I pushed open the door to my room, the sight that greeted me was both amusing and unexpected. Lucius, deeply engrossed in rummaging through my closet, jumped slightly, clearly startled by my entrance.

Lucius's gaze lingered on me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What happened there? Is everything fine?" he asked, his voice carrying a tone of genuine concern.

I nodded, managing a reassuring smile. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, wanting to ease any worries he might have. "My father and I had a good talk. He's supportive of me, and we cleared up a lot of things. It's all settled now."

Lucius watched me closely, searching my face for any sign of distress or uncertainty. Satisfied with my response, he relaxed slightly, his posture easing as he continued to search through my dresses.

"Are you looking for something?" I asked, a playful smile spreading across my face.

Lucius, recovering from his initial surprise, turned to face me with a mischievous grin. "Ah, yes," he chuckled, his composure quickly returning. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he delivered a line in his usual flirtatious manner. "Just searching for something I'd very much like to tear off you," he quipped, his tone light but charged with implication.

My eyebrows arched in playful surprise at Lucius's bold statement. "Tear off me?" I walked over to him, adopting a mock-serious tone. "My dress will not be torn; I like every piece I own," I declared, ensuring he understood my attachment to my wardrobe.

Lucius turned to face me, stepping closer with a predatory grace. He lifted his fingers to gently curl under my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with a possessive and hungry intensity as he said, "Everything will be as I say."

His voice, a low growl, sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, whispering, "I'll buy you thousands of other dresses, just... do as I say." He handed me my ruby satin dress, the fabric slipping through his fingers with a hint of promise. "Make me happy and obey me," he commanded softly.

A smile spread across my face at his last sentence. There was something irresistibly compelling about Lucius when he took charge, his commands delivered not just with authority but with an allure that was hard to resist. "I like it when you take charge," I admitted, my voice low and infused with anticipation. "There's something... very convincing about your way of leading."

Lucius's lips curved into a satisfied smirk, pleased by my response and the effect he had on me. "Good," he said, his hand moving from my chin to trace a line down the side of my neck, sending tingles through me. "I like to be in charge."

Lucius's voice dropped to a low, enthralling whisper, his words deliberate and filled with intent.

"It's exciting to own you, to control you, to tell you what to do," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers gently traced the outline of my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his intense gaze.

"And you," he continued, his eyes locking with mine, "with those innocent eyes of yours—when you look at me and satisfy me by listening, by following... it's exhilarating."

His tone was both commanding and laden with a profound sense of care, creating a complex layer of emotions within me.

I felt a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability under his gaze, the dynamic between us charged with an electric tension. "Lucius," I responded, my voice soft yet steady, "there's something about the way you command. It makes me want to please you. Entirely."

His smirk widened, pleased by my admission, and he leaned in closer. "That's exactly what I want to hear," he affirmed, his hand moving to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. "Let's not waste another moment. Show me just how well you can follow my orders."