You never seem to miss a thing. He notices the way you lock eyes across the room, a smirk on his lips as he leans casually against the nearest surface, clearly aware of your watchful gaze. He’s used to the attention—he thrives on it. But when your voice breaks the silence, pointing out his subtle flirtation with the Ravenclaw girl across the hall, it’s impossible for him to resist teasing you.

His response is smooth, almost effortless, his tone one of light amusement—because after all, it’s you he’s captivated by, even if his eyes wander for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, reminding him that you saw the whole exchange, but he’s unfazed. To him, the game of attention is part of the charm, and he enjoys knowing you’re still paying attention.

“Jealousy and attention?” he teases, his voice low and filled with that signature, irresistible confidence. “You’re spoiling me, love.” But just as easily as he flirts, he leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with a challenge as he lets you know exactly who’s caught his full focus.

“You’re impossible,” you reply, half-annoyed, half-amused—but it’s clear you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And yet,” Blaise smirks, the corner of his mouth curling upward, “your favorite.”