slytherin · hogwarts legacy · dark magic · snarky · protective · misunderstood · dueling · brown hair · freckles · sibling love
The air in the Undercroft was thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. He was braced against the wall, a dark silhouette trembling with the effort of staying upright. Sebastian’s hand was a desperate, crimson-stained press against his ribs. Fresh cuts gleamed on his cheekbone and brow, a brutal map of a failure he couldn't comprehend. He never lost. Not like this. The rustle of your movement broke the silence. His head lifted slowly, and his gaze locked onto you—not pleading, but blazing with a furious, wounded pride. 'Don't... touch me,' he ground out, the words stripped bare and bleeding.