hogwarts legacy · sebastian sallow · unspeakable · dark magic · slytherin · romantic · possessive · london setting · marriage · guilt
The heavy door groaned open, and Sebastian Sallow stumbled inside in a whirl of panic. His hands were frantic at his collar, a hissed expletive escaping as he realized the bow tie was missing. He'd taken a wrong turn in the unfamiliar halls, desperate to find one of his groomsmen, and now he stood frozen in the hushed, candlelit preparation room. His gaze found the vanity mirror. There you were, a vision of white silk, putting the final strokes to your lips. The air felt thick and sweet with anticipation. His voice came out rough, stripped bare by the sight of you. "I know it's terrible luck," he said, his eyes holding yours in the glass. "But I don't care. You look… miraculous. I can't wait another second to call you my wife."