DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 34 - Break-ups and Boundaries

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❝ Last year, you only used me for my magic!❞

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I stood alone in the closet, dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Did he really just do it again?

He pushed me to my limit, ignited something inside me, and the moment I faltered—when I gave in—he left.

Anger flared in my chest as I grabbed the door handle, yanking it open with a loud bang. I stormed after him into the hallway, my heels clicking against the floor.

Sebastian turned sharply, his eyes burning with frustration. He pointed at me, then at the closet door.

"Close that fucking door, Delgado! Do you want to expose us?"

I crossed my arms, ignoring his anger. "Why did you do that?" My voice was sharp, demanding.

His hands dropped to his hips, his tall frame hovering over me, looking down like he was daring me to challenge him.

"What have I done wrong this time?" he asked, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Is he seriously asking me this?

"You did it again, Sebastian!" I jabbed my finger toward the closet. "You left me. Again!"

He let out a low, dark chuckle and shook his head, an infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.

"Are you actually telling me," he mused, tilting his head, "that you wanted me to fuck you in that hideous closet? Instead of going on a date, or at the very least, breaking up with Gaunt first?" He clicked his tongue. "Damn, Delgado. You really are something, you know that?"

Fury boiled inside me. I shoved him, my palms pressing against his chest.

"You started this!" I spat.

"And you are just as guilty," he countered, unfazed. "Like I said, this is a one-way road. I am not the only one pushing and pulling in this horrible situation. If you had just told me what you wanted from me, you would have had me from the start. Not even to mention last year."

A low growl escaped my throat. I shoved him again, harder this time.

"You never wanted me, Sebastian! Don't stand here and lie to me now. Last year, you only used me for my magic!"

His expression darkened.

I lifted my chin, refusing to back down. "I tried so many times to be close to you. You flirted with me, so I did it back, thinking maybe—just maybe—you meant it. But then, the next day, you pushed me away again. You called me just a friend. Some days, you ignored me completely, acting like I was nothing to you. So I started calling you Hombre de muchos rostros—Man of Many Faces—because I needed to remind myself that none of it was real. And look at you now. You still pull away the second I try to get close!"

Something shifted in his eyes.

He stepped back, but instead of turning away, he caught my wrist and pressed it against his chest. His heart pounded beneath my fingertips. His gaze flickered down to my lips, then back up again.

He sighed. Slowly, he released me. His jaw clenched as hesitation flickered across his face.

"I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of what? Me?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Of me," he said, looking at me like I was fire and he was already burning. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for me again, brushing his fingers over my skin.

"Of me hurting you."

His features softened, something raw and vulnerable in his expression.

"The things I did when you were around..." His voice wavered. "I was reckless. My boundaries disappeared. I forgot the sanity I was supposed to have. I hurt people—people who so much as looked at you the wrong way. I even killed my uncle because I thought he was going to cast magic on you. And you've had my full attention since the beginning, Angelina. It's been killing me. Tearing me apart piece by piece."

His breathing grew heavier.

"I fucking want you," he confessed, his voice low and rough. "Call me protective, call me an asshole, call me ignorant—I don't care. But when we came back after summer, you were different. You were distant. And it made me even more obsessed. I just wanted your attention. Even if it meant you glaring at me, ignoring me, hating me. I didn't care, as long as I still had something from you."

His eyes darkened.

"And I know I shouldn't be jealous. You aren't even mine. But I can't help it. You make me feel this way, Angelina. Every time you touch me, every damn time you look at me a certain way, every time you come running to me when things fall apart. You make it impossible to let go."

His grip tightened slightly.

"Trust me, I am capable of keeping my distance. If you would just stop showing interest in me, maybe I could walk away. But you don't."

His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.

"Así que sigo luchando, Angelina. Esto entre nosotros no termina hasta que yo lo diga. So I keep fighting, Angelina. This thing between us is not over until I say so."

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His thumb traced the corner of my mouth as he stepped impossibly closer.

"You belong to me, sweetheart. And the way you just melted under my touch in that closet says it all."

His lips brushed mine.

"But I am not going to fuck you," he murmured. "Not while you still let Gaunt have you. I am not an idiot."

His voice was a low growl against my lips.

"So break up with him."

His fingers tightened slightly.

"And then, you can have all of me."

Then, before I could react, he crushed his mouth against mine in a kiss that stole my breath, claiming, demanding, leaving no room for doubt.

And just as quickly, he pulled away.

He grinned.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding, my body trembling, and my world completely undone.