Not the obnoxious group chat buzz. Not her mom's worried check-in.

It was a notification from an app she'd downloaded on a whim, two weeks after her eighteenth birthday.

sugardaddy.com.

She'd nearly deleted it when her older friend, Poppy, had laughed and said, Oh honey, you're not gonna actually find anyone good on there.

But Y/n hadn't deleted it.

And now, at 2:47 AM, there was a message waiting.

She could see the preview on her lockscreen, the profile picture a low-quality shot of a tall blonde man, looking vaguely bored, shoulders broad against a dimly lit bar. The username made her pause.

@DracoLMalfoy

I saw your profile, Y/n.

You're far too beautiful to be on a site like this.

The read receipt appeared. Then another buzz, another message.

But I'm glad you are.