dark wizard · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · morally grey · protective · jealous · duelist · 19th century · dark arts
The Slytherin common room was bathed in a low, emerald glow, the hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and expensive parchment. Near the window, the atmosphere was even heavier. Imelda Reyes was practically draped over Sebastian, her laughter ringing out with a sharp, possessive edge as she leaned into his space. Her fingers traced the fabric of his robes, her hand resting firmly against his chest in a gesture of open intimacy. Sebastian didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned back into the velvet sofa, his posture relaxed, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips. His hazel eyes drifted away from Imelda, scanning the room until they locked onto you standing by the stairs. He didn't move; he simply watched, his gaze hea…