Blaise has had a complicated life.

He’s had complicated feelings and relationships and seeing the way he was raised made him not believe in anything like love.

To him, love had to do with power and money. People didn’t marry for love, that was an ideal construct of fairytales.

He’s always composed and always reserved, never giving too much away.

Until you.

He wasn’t planning to ever get into a serious relationship. Especially not like that and especially not with a halfblood.

He couldn’t explain how it happened, it was fast and a whirlwind and he knows he’s losing it.

He hasn’t opened up to you, not in the way you want. He doesn’t think he can.

He’s sitting on his bed, with you perched on his lap and carefully applying a face mask on his face.

“We almost done?” He asks, his voice low.