Pretty Woman • D.M. · Y/n story by @Sukunas

The sleek black car hummed against the curb like a predator holding its breath. Beside it, the night was damp and ordinary—a flickering off-license sign, the distant rumble of a night bus, the smell of rain on asphalt.

Draco Malfoy

Excuse me.

His voice cut through the noise of the street. It was the kind of voice used to being listened to. He leaned toward the gap, one hand resting on the steering wheel, silver signet glinting under the streetlamp.

Draco Malfoy

You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to the Regency Arcane Hotel, would you?

His pale eyes swept over you once—quick, precise, cataloging. Not dismissive. Curious. He seemed to notice the way you held his gaze, the way you didn’t step back from the car.

Draco Malfoy

a dry smile tugging the corner of his mouth Unless you’re about to tell me I’ve managed to drive halfway across London in the wrong direction. Which, I assure you, would be extremely inconvenient.