**This chapter is all Draco's POV.**
"Draco"
"Mm?"I answered, my gaze still fixed on Y/N, just as it had been for the past half hour.
Her every movement captivated me, each shift and sigh like a note in a melody I couldn't get enough of.
Y/N stood in front of the mirror, examining herself critically.
"Does this outfit look perfect, or not?" She asked her tone a mix of hope and uncertainty.
"I've told you a hundred times, Y/N. No matter what you wear, you are perfect."I replied, my eyes tracing the lines of her reflection.
Y/N sighed her expression a mix of frustration and affection.
"Draco, because you keep saying that, how can I trust you? You still say I'm perfect even if I'm not wearing anything."
A chuckle escaped my lips as I rose from the bed. I crossed the room in a few strides, closing the distance between us.
Wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, I rested my chin on her shoulder, gazing at our reflection in the mirror.
"You're perfect...How can I ever say that you're not perfect?" I whispered against her ear.
She chuckled and smiled widely at me through the mirror, her eyes sparkling with love and mischief. Leaning back into my embrace, she relaxed, the tension in her shoulders melting away.
I returned her smile, feeling my heart swell with an affection that seemed too vast to contain. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent—a mix of peony, peach, and something uniquely hers. It was a scent that had become my sanctuary, my solace.
I'm addicted to Y/N's scent.
No...
It wasn't just her scent that I was addicted to; it was everything about her. I was utterly consumed by her presence.
It's been eleven months since the day I kidnapped Y/N. Eleven months since she walked into my life and never asked to leave. At that time, our lives had intertwined so seamlessly that we now resembled a happily married couple.
We celebrated holidays together. Halloween, with its spooky decorations and carved pumpkins. Christmas, with twinkling lights and shared laughter. We even took on the challenge of renovating the dull backyard, transforming it into a beautiful sanctuary. Every meal was a joint effort, cooking side by side, and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. Bathing together had become a cherished ritual, a time of intimacy and connection. Housework was no longer a chore but an opportunity to work together. Afternoons were spent cuddling on the sofa, lost in the world of movies or the melodies of our piano.
Y/N had given me so much. Love, comfort, warmth, happiness. She had become my world, and I couldn't imagine life without her.
"Draco "
"Hmm?" I murmured, lifting my head from the comforting crook of Y/N's neck to meet her gaze in the mirror.
A soft smile graced my lips as I examined her reflection.
"It's perfect," I affirmed.
She sighed in relief, a small smile forming on her lips.
"I just wanted to make sure...Since we're going to pay our respects to your mother's grave. I want my outfit to be nice and modest."
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Stockholm Syndrome (Draco X Reader)
FanfictionI am an ordinary woman, not rich, not famous, just a clerk in a small bookstore. Of course, an ordinary woman like me would be of no interest to anyone, so I was perplexed as to why I was suddenly kidnapped...And the man who kidnapped me was a stran...
