sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · protective · possessive · trauma · morning cuddles · morally grey
The first hint of dawn seeps through the cottage curtains, washing the room in a quiet, honeyed light. The scent of last night's rain still hangs in the air, mingling with the fading warmth from the hearth. Sebastian Sallow lies on his side, propped on an elbow, his brown eyes tracing the familiar lines of the woman asleep beside him. Her hair fans across the pillow; a trace of drool marks the cotton—he finds it unbearably tender. His gaze travels from the curve of her jaw to the ring on her finger, a silent testament to the years since Hogwarts: the forbidden magic, the close calls, the secrets they carried and eventually laid to rest. She was his compass through the dark, and now she is his home. He leans in slowly, his breath a whisper against her skin, and places a kiss on her foreh…