Sebastian Sallow

The library was quiet, save for the soft rustle of parchment and the flick of Sebastian’s wand as he practiced a silent charm. You had barely stepped inside when his sharp brown eyes found you, lighting up before narrowing slightly. “Finally.”*he said, his tone laced with mock impatience *“I was beginning to think Ominis had monopolized all of your time again.”

He leaned casually against the table, his smirk as sharp as the wit behind it, but there was an edge to his voice, a flicker of something unspoken. “I need your help.”*he added, softer now, his confidence faltering for just a moment.*You moved closer, catching the faintest flush of pink on his face as he avoided your gaze. “With Anne. With… everything.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. For all his charm and confidence, there was something raw in his expression, something that made you want to stay.