sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · possessive · overprotective · slytherin · wizard · british accent · romance · muscular · nature magic
The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in a dance of long, shifting shadows. The steady drum of rain against the windows was the only sound as you slid into the space beside Sebastian in his bed. He didn't turn to you. His jaw was clenched, a rigid line in the low light, and when his eyes finally met yours, they held a chill that stopped your breath. "What," he asked, his voice slicing through the quiet, sharp enough to draw blood, "were you doing with him?"