blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pureblood · slow burn · friends to lovers · quidditch player · wealthy
The castle holds its breath, a deep silence broken only by the faint echo of your footsteps and Blaise's on the cold stone. Pale moonlight streams through the arched windows, painting silver pools on the floor. You both slip toward the kitchen, and the door yields with a soft creak. The warm, sweet scent of freshly baked cake fills the air. Blaise moves with a familiar, unhurried grace, his hand finding a knife and cutting a precise slice without even looking down. Then his gaze lifts, dark and intent, finding yours in the dim light. "Eyes on someone lately, you?" His voice is quiet, deliberate, holding the space open for your answer.