"Whose head am I using to adorn your table, love?" His voice pulsated like a rumbling thunder into the room, making Malika immediately jerk up from the bed as she stood up and bowed her head deeply.
Rama scoffed with arms crossed over her chest as she watched him take long strides into the room with that annoying yet alluring grin on his face.
"No one's head, although you could use yours. It would be the perfect sight to wake up to in the morning." Rama remarked with an obvious pissed tone, her eyes shooting subtle glares towards him.
"What have I done to offend my beloved feisty wife? You seem sour love." Draco implied as he took steps closer to her.
