slytherin boys react

blaise zabini: trying to break up with them but they're crazy

you find yourself sitting in your room, nervously staring across at him. the room is filled with a tense silence as you gather the courage to start the conversation you've been dreading. taking a deep breath, you speak up, "we need to talk."

his gaze immediately shifts to you, his eyes locking onto yours. there's a flicker of concern in his expression as he responds, "about what?"

you take another deep breath, knowing that the answer is not one he's going to want to hear. "about us," you say, your voice firm yet gentle. "i've been doing a lot of thinking and... i don't think this is working out.. i want to break up."

there's a brief moment of surprise on his face before it morphs into a mixture of anger and desperation. "what do you mean, this isn't working out?" he asks, his voice taking on a defensive tone. "things have been fine between us. are you unhappy or something?"

he crosses his arms, his expression hardening. "you're just being melodramatic. we're not having problems. everything is fine." he says, his tone almost mocking. "you're just looking for a way out, aren't you? you're not satisfied with me anymore."

he continues, his voice growing more intense as he starts to guilt trip you. "do you know how much i've done for you? how much i've sacrificed for this relationship? and now you want to throw it all away just like that?" he says, his eyes narrowing. "i've been nothing but good to you. and you want to end it just like this?"

his desperation grows, his voice becoming more intense. "if you leave me, i don't know what i'll do," he says, his expression full of anguish. "i can't imagine life without you. i might do something stupid." he looks at you pleadingly, playing on your sympathy. "i need you, don't you understand? i can't handle it if you leave me."

his expression subtly shifts as he becomes aware of the power he wields. he straightens up, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. he knows that his threats are making you vulnerable, that he's managed to make you feel guilty for wanting to end the relationship.

you feel a pang of guilt and sympathy as you take in his words. your heart aches at the thought of causing him pain, but at the same time, you know that this relationship isn't healthy for either of you. "please don't say things like that," you reply, your voice soft and pleading. "you can't base your happiness on me. it's not fair to either of us."

he seems momentarily taken aback by your reaction, but he quickly regains his composure. "i can't help how i feel," he says, his voice taking on a hint of defensiveness. "i love you. i need you. and the thought of losing you..." he trails off, his expression pained.

he takes a step closer to you, trying to use physicality to further manipulate the situation. he stands over you, using his height to loom over you. "you wouldn't seriously leave me, would you?" he asks, his voice almost a desperate plea. "not when you know how much i need you."

he reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. he runs his thumb along your collarbone, a small gesture that feels more like a possessive grip than an affectionate touch. "please," he whispers, his voice strained. "i can't lose you. i don't know what will happen to me if you leave.."

his words hang heavy in the air, the threat of self-harm lurking beneath his words. he watches you closely, gauging your reaction. he's testing the boundaries, seeing how far he can push before you break.

he leans closer, his eyes locked on yours. he's inches away from you now. "i'm begging you," he whispers, the vulnerability in his voice almost believable. "don't leave me alone. i can't handle it. i don't know what i might do if you walk out that door."

he places his other hand on your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "stay with me," he murmurs, his voice pleading. "we can work through whatever problems you think we have. i promise i'll change, i'll do anything. just please, don't leave me."

he continues, his voice growing desperate and the threats more subtle but definitely still there. "i don't know what i'd do without you," he says, his eyes welling up with tears. "i can't imagine my life without you in it. i can't deal with the thought of being alone again." he pauses, taking a shaky breath. "i'd be so lost without you. i might... i might do something drastic if you left me, i can't handle the thought of losing you."

he looks at you, his expression full of pain and desperation. his fingers slowly trace along your jawline, a touch that feels like a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. "i need you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "i love you so much, i can't bear the thought of losing you. i'd do anything to keep you from walking out that door."

he's playing on your emotions now, using your sympathy and love for him as a weapon. he keeps his threats vague, but the message is clear, leaving him would be devastating, potentially dangerous for him. he leans closer, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness.

he reaches out, pulling you into an embrace. his arms wrap around you tightly, almost possessively. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "i need you," he whispers, his voice a mix of desperation and despair. "i can't do this without you. you're the only thing that makes my life worth living. please, don't leave me."