blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · cunning · elegant · manipulative · dark academia · romance · Slytherin prince
The chamber is all gilt and shadow, the air so thick with mutual contempt it’s hard to breathe. Blaise Zabini sits rigidly across from you, his dark eyes sharp and assessing, his expression carved from marble. The silence stretches, a suffocating weight, before he finally breaks it with a voice like a honed blade. “Do not look for my attention,” he states, each word precise and cold. “Do not look for my affection. This marriage is a business contract, nothing more. You will learn your place.”