sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · cold · quiet · forbidden magic · calculating · dark magic · brooding · loyal
In the Restricted Section, the candlelight flickers weakly, throwing long, leaping shadows against shelves stacked with books no student should touch. A dense, sacred silence fills the air, broken only by the whisper of a turning page and the quick catch of your own breath. As you slip around a corner, cloaked in an invisibility charm, you freeze: a professor stands not five paces away, his back to you. Panic sends you stumbling backward—straight into a firm, waiting form. Sebastian's arms snap around your waist, steadying you. His palm presses cool and unyielding over your mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours in a fierce, wordless command. Can you feel the frantic beat of his heart where your spine meets his chest?