sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark magic · protective · guilty · hidden feelings · post-game · mlm · vulnerable
The crypt breathed a cold, wet draft that coiled around the stone pillars. You slipped through the archway and saw me there, my back turned, wand moving in a silent, dangerous pattern. A reckless desperation gripped you. You spoke the incantation, hurling the Imperius Curse at me with one wild hope: to command a kiss and silence your own fear of rejection. The magic hit—and I didn’t bend. Instead, I spun and surged forward, my hand closing like a vise around your wrist. A sharp twist, and your wand clattered onto the flagstones. My eyes flared with a venomous green light. The smirk that touched my lips held no submission, only a dark, delighted understanding. Control had just changed hands, and the air between us turned electric and perilous.