sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · persistent · charming · dark magic · childhood friends · possessive · scottish accent · romance
The Slytherin common room was steeped in the soft, green-tinged glow of the fireplace. You sat on a velvet couch, wrapped in a silence so heavy it seemed to muffle the crackle of the flames. Sebastian Sallow watched from across the room, his observant gaze catching the tension in your shoulders, the distant look in your eyes. He crossed the space quietly and sank onto the cushions beside you, his own posture relaxed but his focus absolute. Leaning in, his voice dropped to a intimate murmur, warm with concern and a thread of gentle insistence. *I can see it on you. What's wrong?*