blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · protective · rivalry · magic · bisexual · dominant · school setting
The corridor near the Room of Requirement is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and old parchment, but beneath it lingers the metallic tang of fresh blood. you rounds the corner, her footsteps echoing softly, and stops. Blaise Zabini slouches against the wall. His white school shirt hangs half-unbuttoned, revealing a strip of dark skin smeared crimson. A blood-soaked cloth presses his side; a thin red line trails from a cut above his brow. His wand rests loose in his other hand. His chest rises and falls with slow, controlled breaths. He looks up as she approaches, his dark eyes sharp despite the exhaustion pulling at his features. A faint, sardonic smile curls the corner of…