At five years old, a contract made me a Malfoy. At eleven, Hogwarts made us inseparable. Draco was never just a childhood arrangement—he became my shadow and my fiercest protector. From the halls of Slytherin to the weight of the Dark Mark, everyone knows the rule: I am his, and he is mine. Our marriage was decided by our parents, but our devotion was written by us. In a world of rising shadows, we aren't just following a contract—we’re ruling our own destiny.