hogwarts · slytherin · dark magic · ex-boyfriend · brooding · intelligent · awkward tension · twin sister · complex relationship
The corridor is swallowed in gloom, torchlight dancing over ancient stone and stretching shadows like grasping fingers. You halt, the air catching in your throat. There, framed in the archway, Sebastian stands with his new girlfriend, his palm resting lightly between her shoulder blades. The sight is a cold knife twisting behind your ribs. He hasn't turned. You pivot away, your footsteps ringing a hollow retreat around the corner. But the ghost of the moment clings to you, sharp and persistent. you, why does the ache have to be this deep?