Unforgivable - Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader x Ominis Gaunt

𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟

Merlin...she was so breathtaking it physically pained me...to the point tears began to invade my eyes and promptly escape them.

I've longed for this day since the moment I laid eyes on her. From the moment she first bounded up to me in the Slytherin common room. And to think, I was half-tempted to give her a piece of my mind for intruding my reading...

Until I got a good look at her, and my forever-rampant mind began to still...my forever-enraged heart began to feel peace...and my darkened soul felt as if it had finally found purpose.

I was a mere boy then...I didn't know the first thing about girls, or romance. With my sister so gravely ill...little else had purpose or meaning to me.

I didn't believe there was anything else worthwhile...until Y/N L/N graced the doorstep of my heart and made herself right at home.

The only witch capable of besting me in a duel. The only witch with the ambition to aid me in all my endeavors, no matter the cost. The only witch I've met who can give just as good as she gets.

The heart of a warrior encased inside the body of a goddess...the mind of a scholar trapped behind the eyes of a wicked temptress...the fire of a thousand suns burning within a soul that longed for nothing but peace in the world.

Remarkable...astonishing...every word I tried to use to describe her fell woefully short.

I didn't deserve her. Not her loyalty, nor her companionship. Not her efforts, nor her sacrifice. I knew for a fact I didn't...yet, somehow...she still continued to fight by my side and aid me, even when it was her that got the brunt end of any and all consequence.

And I was such a daft fool...a mislead child driven by grief, heartache and damnable determination...and I just used her to my own advantage the entire time. Used her and her unnatural abilities for my own benefit. Perhaps unknowingly, but...it's precisely what I did.

And then....even then...I am blessed enough to see it through to the other side, and watch that delectable creature walking down the aisle toward me, preparing to take my name, and bind our hearts as one.

A vision of angelic grace...clad all in white and diamonds and lace patterns. Her lips darkened by maroon and her eyes encircled with dark smoke, causing her (e/c) irises to burn like stars in the blackness of night as they locked upon my own. Her (h/c) tresses curled and hung over one shoulder, but though they covered her heart, I could plainly see it on her sleeve as her eyes welled with tears of joy.

Though she was radiant in white...I couldn't help but find it a bit amusing that the colour, which symbolized purity...clung against a curvaceous frame that whispered of nothing but sin. The elegance and beauty was heart-stopping...but it was only meant to mask what truly lies beneath her surface from the crowd of onlookers.

Power...authority...savagery.

I suppose that was meant for my eyes alone now...and I wouldn't ask for it to be any different. Let the world view her as some delicate flower...because it is I that will have the pleasure of having her at her most vulnerable...her most primal.

It took a valiant effort not to run sprinting down the aisle toward her and just claim her now in front of the eyes of our friends and the almighty...but I refrained. I'd have a lifetime with her after today, and I'd spoiled so many good, perfect moments with her throughout our time at school...I would not ruin this good, perfect day.