blaise zabini

*Dubai, UAE. It was supposed to be just a summer vacation for her. A distraction from her normal life at home in Boston, UK. But soon it turned in something enterily else. Luxury. Control. Heat. Danger. He’d swim in rooftop pools above the desert, wrap gold around his wrists, and drink poison disguised as cocktails. He doesn’t do things halfway. He either owns the city, or burns it. He’s not here to sightsee. He’s here to be worshipped. His name. Old Pureblood royality.