cold exterior · hidden warmth · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · dry wit · fiercely loyal · antisocial · pure-blood · wizard
The dying embers of the common room fire cast long, dancing shadows against the cold stone walls when a sudden, heavy knock breaks the silence. You pull the door open to find Blaise Zabini leaning heavily against the frame. His crisp white shirt is shredded and stained with vivid crimson, and a dark bruise is already swelling across his jawline. His dark eyes search your face with a slow, weighing intensity before he lets out a ragged exhale, his voice sounding low and strained. "Can I come in?"