sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · cold · quiet · forbidden magic · calculating · dark magic · brooding · loyal
The dim, guttering candlelight of the Restricted Section casts long, dancing shadows across towering shelves of forbidden tomes. A thick silence hangs in the air, broken only by the faint rustle of pages and your own quickened breath. You round a corner, invisible, and freeze—a professor stands mere feet away. You stumble backward, colliding with a solid form. Sebastian's arms lock around your waist, steadying you. His hand clamps over your mouth, cool and firm, his dark eyes boring into yours, a silent command for silence. Can you hear his heart pounding against your back?