*Under reconstruction* Obsession (Sebastian Sallow x O.C)

Chapter 6 - Bruises and Marks

Sebastian's POV

"A bruise, Sebastian?!"

Here we go.

"What in Merlin's name were you thinking?! Leaving a bloody mark on our dear Athea!"

"There is no 'our'," I bit back immediately, the word triggering me. "Athea is mine alone. And I don't know how she hid them, I made plenty and they weren't small. I made sure of that." I continued as I paced back and forth in front of a fuming Ominis. His anger mirrored mine but for different reasons.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Sebastian. Stop being a barbaric imbecile. It was makeup. I could smell it all over Athea."

Ominis released an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like he always does when he had enough of my antics.

We'd been bickering since the moment he had pulled me aside as the four of us were leaving The Great Hall. He waved it off to the girls saying something along the lines of 'going to pet some cats at the courtyard'—like that's fucking believable.

But Anne shrugged it off as she dragged Athea with her.

Fuck. I want to be with her.

Kiss her.

I wanted everyone to see that Athea was mine.

Not.bloody.fucking.'ours'.

Mine.

Okay, calm down.

I told Athea we didn't need any labels if she wasn't ready, as long as she knew she was mine.

And she is.

I should have asked her to be officially mine so she wouldn't find the need to hide my mark on her.

"Athea would still be smart enough to hide the marks you leave, Sebastian. We are students, not bloody werewolfs. We're in Hogwarts to learn magic, not to snog one another."

Bloody hell. I'm picking up Athea's habits.

"But hold on a minute, you're telling me that you and Athea aren't even dating, and you're already claiming her, marking her?"

Ominis stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose. His attention was on the new information that he heard me spew.

I stopped pacing.

Fuck.

"Sebastian. I will only say this once, and your pretty little ears better be listening to every word I say," Ominis began to walk straight at me; his stride was long and precise. Even when he was blind, he knew exactly where I was.

And it terrified me.

Ominis' unseeing eyes stared right at me. His brows furrowed, and his pale skin red from anger.

Back in fifth year, Ominis was taller than me but last summer treated me well. He may be a bit shorter but that didn't change how menacing he looked, how his presence overwhelmed my own.

He was a Gaunt, after all.

"Be a proper gentleman to Athea. I will not condone such action! Athea deserves to be treated with respect and dignity. She is nowhere close to any of the harlots you have snogged around the castle or so help me Sallow, as much as I despise the dark arts, I will not think twice about using one of them on you."

Ominis words bit hard. He was the overprotective father figure that Athea needed in Hogwarts and Ominis played the role well—too well.

He always had a soft spot for her—and right now, it was getting on my nerves.