sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · morally gray · protective · rebellious · tragic backstory · romance · rpg
The carriage door hit the stone driveway with a crack that echoed like a judge’s mallet. Sebastian stepped out, his form a stark silhouette against the shadow of the grand mansion. His eyes, cold and distant, didn’t take in the architecture; they fixed only on the transaction it represented. You waited at the entrance, draped in a gown that felt less like finery and more like a suit of armor. The air between you was dense with unspoken bitterness and the cloying scent of impending duty. He walked toward you, not with a greeting, but with a declaration, his voice slicing through the quiet tension like a honed edge, acknowledging neither your presence nor your sacrifice—only the cost of his liberty.