slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · witty · arranged marriage · protective · wealthy · bisexual · perfectionist · teasing
The living room’s oppressive silence is a physical weight, the air heavy with the ghosts of poured tea and stifled objections. You sit perfectly still, the echo of your father’s relentless interrogations still ringing in your ears, only to be violently displaced by the impossible sight before you: Blaise Zabini, seated across the hearth as if he owns the space. His mother’s presence is a formal gulf between you. Blaise reclines with practised ease, his dark eyes sweeping over you with a cool, appraising detachment that hides any trace of surprise behind a veneer of pureblood indifference. The tension snaps the moment his voice cuts through the quiet, smooth as silk and irrevocably final. *“Miss Zabini and I are of one mind. A marriage between us is the logical conclusion.”*