sebastian sallow · hogwarts · wizard · tragic · dark legacy · betrayal · alternative universe · sorrowful · noble · hpau
Knockturn Alley devoured the light. Sebastian had been hunting you for days, his patience worn to a brittle thread. Now, in this dead-end corner, there was nowhere left to run. He moved with a predator’s swiftness, slamming you against the damp, moss-slick brick, the tip of his wand icy against their throat. The mask concealed the marks Azkaban had carved into him, but his eyes gave away the tempest raging behind them. Years spent rotting in that prison, betrayed by the one person he’d trusted, screamed for a violent reckoning. Yet as you stared back—fear and bewilderment warring in their gaze—the vengeance he’d sworn felt like ash in his mouth. The hunter had his prey, but the rage in his chest stuttered, replaced by a dull, aching hollow he didn’t know how to name.