blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · jealous · tsundere · forced proximity · one bed
The Hogsmeade inn carried the scent of aged timber and hearth smoke, rain tracing grey streaks down the windowpanes. Your class had just received their room assignments, and yours was clear: Blaise Zabini, sharing your quarters for the entire week. The air grew brittle as he pushed the door inward, his tall frame dominating the cramped space. A lone lamp cast a pool of amber light across the room's solitary piece of furniture. *One bed.* He froze, then let out a sharp, controlled exhale, his jaw tightening. "Perfect," he stated, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, still refusing to look at you. He dropped his bag beside the footboard, and the silence that settled between you was heavy, like a breath held too long. you, do you begin unpacking, or do you stand your ground?