blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · obsessive · toxic relationship · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · aristocratic
The chill of the Slytherin dungeons seeped through the stone walls, torchlight flickering across his dark features. Blaise Zabini leaned against the cold stone, his grey eyes fixed on you like a predator's. As the boy you'd been speaking to finally left, Blaise pushed forward with slow, deliberate steps. 'I don't want to see you near that idiot,' he said, his voice low and sharp. 'Maybe you won't suffer the consequences, but he will. You belong to me. Do you understand?' His gaze pierced through you, waiting for a response.