There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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"Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes Feel the tension There's something that drives me wild And tonight I wanna make it all come true 'Cause girl, you were made for me And girl, I was made for you." 🎧 I Was Made For Loving You - YUNGBLUD
*NSFW warning: explicit languageahead (what else would you expect when Sebastian is narrating?)*
Sebastian Sallow's POV
Had it been 5 minutes, 5 hours or an eternity since I arrived at the library, found Carolyn, and silently watched her reading from the pile of books she had in front of her?
I was content at the sight. Though I loved it when she had her hair down, staring at the bare back of her neck had me hypnotised. Her shoulders moved up and down serenely as she breathed, relaxed. I could watch her for hours and never get tired of it.
"There you are, Sebastian..." She said softly, before peeking over her shoulder with a damned smirk.
Bloody hell, why did she do that?? Did she have any idea of the effect she had on me?
Her lowered voice rolling my name with that accent of hers, paired with the dim lamps of the desk casting a warm glow on her flawless profile was enough to send blood rushing down my cock. Perhaps coming and finding her at the library was a bad decision, but I couldn't help gravitating towards her whenever I had the chance.
Since the beginning of the year, I had been through hell. Through exile, heartbreak, combustion and ashes. And then, when I thought my destiny was to be forever doomed, the day came when I heard my girl saying that her Amortentia smelt like me. Something shifted inside of me that day. Something dangerous was unleashed.
But then, I was stupid enough to tell her that, despite my reciprocated feelings, I needed time to heal from all the misfortunes.
Merlin, how I regretted that.
Three weeks had passed since Ominis returned to Hogwarts, giving all of us a deserved period of calm from everything concerning his stupid family. However, my interactions with Carolyn only became more unbearable and suffocating with each day - that night in the broom closet at the Three Broomsticks?? Or seeing her in my cloak?? A man can only handle so much. Numerous nights had passed when I'd religiously go to bed, close the curtains, cast a silencing spell, lay down on my belly and stroke myself to sleep pretending that the warm mattress and sheets were her body crumbling under me.
"What is an 'Unbreakable Vow'?" She asked, bringing my attention back to the present.
I pulled the chair next to her, sitting close enough to brush my knees against her thigh. She didn't move, so I took it as a sign that I could let my legs stay there, against hers. I wondered if it felt as good for her as it did for me because, Merlin, it felt good. And I hoped she didn't notice my erection twitching inside my trousers.
