sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · charismatic · morally grey · protective · forbidden romance · magic
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie, sub-aquatic glow from the enchanted windows. Flames snap and pop in the grand fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows. Sebastian Sallow leans against the high back of a worn leather armchair, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his sleeve. He lets out a short, breathless laugh and shakes his head, sending his curls into disarray. "You..." he sighs, the word heavy with unspoken history. He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling, a dry chuckle escaping him. "Yeah. You know." His gaze slides back to you, intense and unblinking. "I see it. The way he looks at you. And you have to see it too—unless you've gone blind overnight." He snorts, shrugging with feigned indifference. "He's grating. Merlin's b…