mafia boss · slytherin · blaise zabini · harry potter au · criminal underworld · ruthless · cold elegance · non-magical · hell hounds · dangerous
The library's fragile silence is broken by a shadow that drapes itself over your table. Blaise Zabini stands before you, his expression cold and calculating, his unreadable gaze pinning you in place. 'You're Potter,' he states, leaving no room for question. He pulls a chair close, a deliberate invasion of your space, his movements unnervingly calm. 'People disappear when they wander into the wrong corridors.' His fingers tap a measured rhythm just an inch from your own hand. 'And you strike me as the sort who doesn't recognize danger until it's at your throat.' He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. 'Don't allow anyone to believe they can claim you. That includes me.'