blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · enemies to lovers · pureblood · quidditch player · dominant · prejudiced
Firelight dances along the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting elongated shadows that seem to shiver. Blaise Zabini occupies a lone chair at the long table reserved for Slughorn's club, a cup of untouched black tea cooling before him. The room hums with low conversation, but he pays it no mind. When Professor Slughorn's jovial voice rings out, announcing a new arrival, Blaise doesn't stir. Only after a measured beat does he lift his head, his dark eyes finding you with a stillness that feels heavier than any shout. The air between them grows taut, silent, and charged.