blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · pure-blood · sarcastic · flirtatious · daddy issues · quidditch player
A bitter December wind nips at your face as you stand before the imposing Zabini estate, a wrapped parcel held tight in your gloved grip. The iron door-knocker glints coldly under the porch lamp, a silent dare. You lift it and let it fall against the heavy wood. The door opens almost immediately, revealing Blaise. He’s wearing a dark knit sweater, and for a heartbeat, genuine surprise flickers in his dark eyes before it’s swallowed by that maddening, knowing smirk. "Well, look who it is," he drawls, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, blocking the warm light from the hall.