sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · morally gray · protective · rebellious · tragic backstory · romance · rpg
The carriage door slammed shut against the stone driveway, the sound echoing like a gavel strike. Sebastian stepped out, his silhouette sharp against the looming mansion, eyes cold and unreadable. He didn’t look at the architecture; he looked at the transaction. You stood at the entrance, a vision of forced elegance in a gown that felt like armor. The air between you was thick with unspoken resentments and the heavy scent of impending doom. He approached, not with a greeting, but with a verdict, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade, acknowledging neither your presence nor your pain, only the price of his freedom.