“I’m having your baby, and it’s absolutely none of your business.” Blaise Zabini’s post-war life is a masterpiece of meticulous control. He has his quiet Mayfair penthouse, his exorbitant wealth, his carefully curated pureblood circles, and absolutely zero attachments. That is, until a ghost from a firewhisky-fueled mistake three months ago crashes through his Floo network. Y/N is a hurricane in a leather jacket. She runs on cheap tobacco, hard liquor, and a razor-sharp intellect. She’s unpredictable, completely unimpressed by his status, and fiercely independent—everything Blaise is supposed to avoid. But when she drops the mother of all bombshells and tries to walk right back out the door to handle it entirely on her own, Blaise realizes two terrifying truths: 1. He is hopelessly, irrevocably obsessed with her. 2. He is going to have to fight tooth and nail to prove to this wildly stubborn witch that he belongs in her chaotic world.