sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · morally gray · dark arts · charming · rebellious · protective · dueling expert · complex trauma
Torchlight flickered against the Undercroft’s ancient stone, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the room. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and dormant magic, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Sebastian’s hands trembled slightly as he pressed a cloth to the gash on you’s ribs. Blood soaked the fabric, dark and stubborn, staining his fingers. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin, hard line. “I told you to wait behind,” he murmured, his voice breathless and stripped of its usual wit. He had seen you take a direct hit in the Forbidden Forest—a flash of emerald light, the scent of singed cloth, and then the sudden, terrifying collapse. Now, here in the sanctuary of their hidden chamber, his chest ti…