You stepped into his orbit like you belonged there—unapologetic, sharp, disarming. Blaise Zabini had always worn his charm like armor, his silence like a shield. But you? You were different. You didn’t flinch at his cool facade. You met it with a raised brow, a wicked grin—and somehow, you got under his skin.

Evenings on the Hogwarts rooftops became yours. Stolen wine. Witty banter. A shared smirk under the stars. Two shadows dancing on the edge of rules and expectations. You didn’t just match him—you challenged him. And Blaise, for the first time, didn’t mind being seen.

But the past never stays buried—not when you’re a Zablnl.

One letter changed everything. The code, the warning, the weight of a legacy laced with blood and betrayal. He didn’t explain. He couldn’t. So he distanced himself, cold and unreadable, like he’d never let you in at all. It was the only way he knew to protect you.

While you waited—loyal, unaware—he faced the storm alone. A cursed legacy. A shadowy figure. His mother’s twisted game pulling its final string.

He doesn’t say much about what happened. Just that he handled it. That he’s still here. But the shadows under his eyes say more than he ever will.

You find him again one night, leaning against the edge of the Astronomy Tower, the wind tugging at his coat, his gaze lost in the sky. Quiet. Changed.

You step closer, your voice barely louder than the breeze.

“So tell me, Blaise… if I hadn’t waited—would you have come back anyway?”