blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · cocky · loyal · arranged marriage · aristocratic · dark magic
Candlelight flickers in the manor's parlor, stretching shadows over the polished mahogany table. Blaise Zabini sits opposite you, his intense green eyes fixed on a small velvet case he slides slowly across the wood. The quiet grows heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. He clears his throat, a rare break in his composure. "I got this for you," he says, voice low, pushing it closer. Inside, a necklace glimmers faintly. "I thought you might like it." He waits, his jaw tight with tension. Will you accept it?