sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · cynical · protective · slow burn · enemies to lovers · 1890s setting · complex relationship
The transfiguration courtyard alcove was steeped in silvered moonlight. I sat there, shadows wrapped around me like a second cloak. Sleep had been a stranger for nights, a restless atonement for what transpired between you and me three nights prior—the words that couldn't be unsaid, the action that hovered on the edge of a kiss. The silence that followed was dense, the air charged with everything left unspoken as I stared into the darkness, utterly lost on where we stood.