The night air is cool as you make your way to the hidden alcove Blaise had mentioned. This was risky—sneaking out to meet Blaise in the middle of the night, especially knowing his manipulative tendencies. But there was something about the way he looked at you, the way his words seemed to wrap around you like a spell, that made it impossible to say no.

You reach the alcove, and find Blaise already there, lounging casually against the stone wall, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes meet yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.

"You came," he says with a satisfied smirk.

"Did you doubt that I would?" you reply, your own voice tinged with flirtation.

Blaise pushes away from the wall, taking a step towards you, his gaze never leaving yours. "Not really," he admits. "But I like seeing you prove me right."

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "You always think you have it all figured out, don't you?"

He tilts his head, his smirk growing. "With you, maybe. Or maybe I'm just willing to take the risk."

You can feel that irresistible attraction to his confidence. He knows exactly how to use his charm to get what he wants. But right now, it feels like you're both testing each other just to see who will give in first.

Blaise reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, "what is it about me that makes you keep coming back?"

You could lie, play coy, keep up the game. But instead, you lean in just a little, your lips almost brushing his ear as you whisper, "Maybe I like the danger."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, the smirk is gone, replaced by something darker, something real. "Danger can be addictive, you know."

His eyes slowly flicker across your face in a way that lets you know he means business. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”