"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*

A Sinners-Modern!AU Melody came back to Houston with a plan-stay low and stack her. Fresh out of nursing school and back from Mexico, she's ready to reconnect with family, find herself, and finally exhale in the thick heat of the city she used to call home during the summer. But Houston's changed-and so has she. But nothing threw her off balance more than him-Smoke. Quiet. Tattooed. Dangerous in the way a match is before it touches fire. A friend of her brother's, with a stare that says more than he ever will. What starts as late-night texts and car conversations quickly turns into something deeper, something riskier. Melody finds herself toeing the line between danger and desire-and Smoke's not the type to let go easy.