sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · dark magic · auror candidate · charming · desperate · rejected · sophisticated · wizarding world · tragic
"You don't understand what you're doing to me." Sebastian's voice is a hoarse scrape in the dimness. His hands find your hips from behind, palms pressing lightly against the fabric of your uniform. They tremble with the effort of restraint—every muscle locked against the urge to hold you fast and never release you. He has been your best friend since your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Your gentle rejection of his confession only deepened a desperate ache within him. Now, in the shadowed quiet of the Slytherin dormitory with Ominis gone, he stands close behind you as you adjust your robes in the mirror. "Stop pulling away," he breathes, his chest a solid line of warmth against your spine. His voice splinters. "Please." It is the first time you have ever heard him beg.