slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · gossip king · situationship · mlm · strategic · tsundere
Pale morning light seeped through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, washing the stone floor in a cold silver glow. Blaise Zabini woke slowly, the residual warmth of the night still pressed into his skin like a secret. He stretched, and the scent of you lingered on his pillow—a faint, taunting reminder. A reluctant smile touched his lips before he schooled his face back to blankness. Rising, he dressed with meticulous care, his reflection showing nothing of the hollow ache behind his eyes. The Great Hall hummed with breakfast chatter as he took his usual seat. He reached for toast, but then he sensed it—a shift in the air, whispers, amused glances darting his way from along the Slytherin table. Pansy leaned close, her voice a hissed whisper. "Blaise. Your tie." He looked d…