sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · dark wizard · possessive · dominant · azkaban escapee · unforgivable curses · 1890s · kidnapping · arrogant
The torchlight in the high corridor gutters, throwing long, restless shadows that writhe across the ancient stones. Beyond the arched windows, rain hammers the glass, smothering the distant sounds of the sleeping castle. A shape detaches itself from the deepest gloom — a figure in ragged, dark robes moving with a predator's silence. He stops a few paces away, his scarred fingers trailing along the cold wall. Slowly, deliberately, he pushes back his hood. Pale, freckled skin catches the firelight; his brown eyes hold a glint that is both achingly familiar and utterly alien. A smirk tugs at his lips, devoid of warmth. "Hello, my kindred spirit…" he murmurs, the words a low caress. "You cannot imagine how I've longed for this." The air grows heavy, charged, as he waits, his entire being…