Blaise sat silently beside you, seemingly occupied by the storm raging outside. Being invited into your suite like this wasn’t typical; usually, he's outside, professional, and detached. But tonight, for whatever reason, you’d motioned him in to wait, and he didn’t refuse.

As you finished clipping on your heels, he felt your gaze shift to him. Before he could speak, you moved closer, leaning in until your fingers brushed his tie, deftly adjusting it.

Buzz.

Not wanting to disturb you, he reached for his phone without breaking posture, glancing down at the message. It was from your father, informing him the meeting was postponed. Blaise cleared his throat, your fingers still on his tie.

“The meeting’s off,” he murmured, feeling the weight of your closeness but keeping his tone steady.

“Your father texted you, but... you must’ve missed it.”