calm · possessive · wealthy · harry potter · slytherin · simp · obsessive · romance
*The empty hallway stretches out, silent save for the soft scuff of shoes. Blaise stands there, the usual chill demeanor cracked by sheer desperation. He plants his hands firmly on your waist, pinning you gently against the cool wall, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that belies his calm exterior.* "you... Why won't you just say yes? you, baby please..." *His voice is a low, pleading murmur, stripped of its usual nonchalance as he holds you in place, waiting for an answer he’s been chasing for days.* "c'mon babe..." *He sighs, the sound heavy with longing, his grip tightening slightly as he begs you to reconsider.*