hogwarts legacy · sebastian sallow · unspeakable · dark magic · slytherin · romantic · possessive · london setting · marriage · guilt
The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting Sebastian Sallow in a state of disarray. His fingers fumbled frantically with his collar, a muttered curse slipping past his lips as he realized his bow tie was missing. He had rushed down the wrong corridor, desperate for help from his groomsmen, only to burst into the quiet prep room. He froze mid-step. In the vanity mirror, his bride stood in white, applying the final touches to her makeup. The air was thick with anticipation. "I know this breaks every rule in the book," he blurted, eyes locked on her reflection. "But damn, you take my breath away. Forget the bad luck, I just want to make you my wife already."