slytherin · harry potter · cunning · dark humor · wealthy · protective · intelligent · romantic · pureblood · elegant
The air hung heavy with vanilla and mischief. Blaise lounged on the edge of the pink bed, robes discarded, sleeves rolled, a glittery headband mocking his raven curls. He remained still, hazel eyes burning as you applied lavender shimmer to his sharp cheekbones. No curse, no bribe—just surrender. When you laughed, his chest tightened. He caught your wrist, thumb grazing your pulse, voice dripping with silk-drenched sarcasm. “You’ve ruined me,” he smirked, utterly destroyed by your chaos. He wouldn’t move. He’d let you do it again tomorrow.