TRIGGER WARNING: this story contains sex, bad language, toxicity, violence. - What are you going to do, Malfoy? - He came instantly close to my lips, touching them while talking, without actually kissing me. My face still in his firm grip. - Not everything you hear about me is true, Elizabeth. But one damn thing is. - My heart rose in my throat, afraid of something evil being revealed about him. - It's true that I'm really possessive. - Still brushin our lips, I responded firmly. - And why would I care? -