At first glance, Y/N is the definition of a perfect pureblood heiress. Beautiful, witty, cunning, and effortlessly intelligent, she knows exactly how to carry herself in a world where everyone is watching. She has the charm to make people adore her and the reputation to make them think twice before crossing her. But behind closed doors, Y/N is anything but proper. She’s reckless, flirtatious, and unapologetically shameless. She loves fooling around, whether that means leaving boys hopelessly chasing after her or hexing someone simply because she finds it entertaining. She never takes anything too seriously, least of all romance. Y/N knows exactly what she brings to the table, and she has no intention of becoming emotionally attached to anyone who wants a taste of it. Draco Malfoy has been at her side since the day they were born. Her best friend, her constant, and perhaps the only person who has ever seen every version of her. Her antics have never bothered him. As long as she doesn’t get caught, he couldn’t care less who she flirts with, who she toys with, or whose pride she destroys. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Because somewhere along the way, Y/N stopped being just his best friend. The lingering touches last a little too long. Her laughter gets under his skin. Every boy who looks at her suddenly becomes someone Draco can’t stand. And watching her flirt without a second thought is becoming harder than he cares to admit. He never says a word. He simply watches, grows quieter, and becomes increasingly possessive of something he has no right to claim. Because Draco has spent his entire life knowing exactly where he stands with Y/N. Now, for the first time, he’s terrified that someone else might take the place he’s always assumed would be his.