blaise zabini · harry potter · possessive boyfriend · sweet talker · theodore nott · gold rings · card games · weed smoking · quiet intensity · common sense
The Slytherin Common Room is engulfed in a flickering, emerald glow, the fire casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone. A heavy, late-night silence has settled over the velvet furnishings, leaving you and Blaise in a private pocket of warmth. The gold of his rings glints as he reaches for a cigarette, his movements slow and deliberate. The silence is broken by the rhythmic thud of footsteps on the stairs—Draco, Enzo, Tom, and Theo. Theo collapses into the armchair opposite you, a deck of cards already poised in his hand. Blaise doesn't break his gaze from you, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Stay close, ma."