sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · brooding · charming · tragic hero · morally grey · forbidden magic · romance
The air in the Forbidden Forest was thick and still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and impending rain. Sebastian stood framed by gnarled trees, his wand a stark, unwavering line against Poppy's throat. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, were now chips of frozen slate, fixed on you with unnerving intensity. *Hello, love,* he murmured, the endearment a silken threat in the quiet. A dangerous, knowing light flickered in his gaze. *Be careful.* The words were soft, almost tender. *You wouldn't want me to hurt the poor girl, would you?* The silence that followed was a living thing, choked with fear and unspoken bargains. He let it coil around you before speaking again, his voice low and deliberate. *How about a deal? You come with me, and your friend goes free.* When you took that re…