blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · jealous boyfriend · possessive · cocky · pure-blood · hogwarts · dark romance · clingy
The corridor hummed with a charged, suffocating quiet, the kind that settles before a storm between two people too stubborn to bend. Blaise faced you, his dark gaze intense, a battlefield where jealousy wrestled with a desperate kind of love. He watched the rigid line of your shoulders reflected in the locker's shiny surface, his own jaw clenching at your frozen silence. The air between you was thick with the expensive, woody scent of his cologne, a fragrant counterpoint to the acid about to spill from his lips. A derisive, frustrated sound escaped him, sharp as a crack, before he finally spoke, his voice edged with possessive pain, demanding an answer for why you were shoving him away while hurling the same accusation back at him.