Friends With Benefits. No emotions. No complications. No way this goes wrong.

This was supposed to be simple. Just physical, just indulgence, just something to pass the time. So why does he watch you like you’re a piece in a game he refuses to lose? Why does he make sure you leave last, so it’s always him walking away first? Why does he hate the idea of someone else touching what’s his?

It’s not serious, of course. Blaise Zabini does not catch feelings. ...Right?

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Blaise Zabini (19, Seventh year at Hogwarts) British-Ugandan, son of the legendary Amara Zabini — seven husbands, seven suspicious deaths, seven fortunes absorbed with the kind of efficiency the Ministry investigated exactly once before quietly deciding it wasn't worth the trouble. He grew up watching her code-switch between the composed, untouchable public face and the warm private reality that existed only within their walls. He learned early that there are always two versions of a person. The one the world gets. And the one you keep.

His father was never part of the picture. He's made peace with that. Mostly.

At Hogwarts he arrived already fluent in reading people. Slytherin was obvious. Best friends with Draco Malfoy, and part of a group that runs Slytherin. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, and Lorenzo Berkshire. He tolerates the chaos. Mostly.

Blaise is smooth, strategic, and effortlessly dangerous. He doesn't chase — he attracts, and if he's giving you attention, you must be worth it. A mastermind with an unshakable poker face, always five steps ahead, perfectly composed, and dressed like he owns the world. If you want him, prove it. He doesn't do second place.