DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 52 - Confusion and Games

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❝The sinful, deadly side that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin❞

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~Sebastian's POV~

Just a year ago, everything was different. I couldn't bring myself to throw a party back then. Because she came into my life, and all hell broke loose. She had the face of an angel but the mind of a killer, tearing down every boundary I had, one by one, until all that was left was my raw, unfiltered truth. I had to keep my distance from most people.

Now, as I entered the party with Adelaide, a wave of students quickly surrounded me. They patted my back, clapped my shoulder, and showered me with compliments—the drinks, the decorations, the costumes, the archway I had built with some help. I nodded, thanking them all. It wasn't new for me to host parties at Hogwarts, but I still appreciated the praise. At least it made me feel like my effort hadn't been wasted.

But I barely heard them. My mind had been restless all day.

I couldn't even decide what to wear to the party. Not after she stormed off, telling me I had made a mistake rejecting her as my date. And maybe she was right. How could I be so fucking wrong—again?

That woman confused the hell out of me. Every signal she sent was mixed, layered, impossible to decipher. Or maybe... maybe I was the problem. Maybe she wasn't sending mixed signals at all. Maybe I was just too much of a coward to accept what was right in front of me.

Because every time she gets close, I push her away. Every time she reaches for my heart, I shove her back. And I don't even know why. Maybe it's because I know she has the power to break me, and I refuse to let her.

But it doesn't matter how much distance I try to put between us—I'm still drawn to her. Every moment of every day. I want nothing more than to kiss every inch of her skin, make her feel like the most desired woman in the world, whisper in her ear how beautiful she is.

Keeping my hands off her is a goddamn struggle. It takes everything in me not to touch her, but somehow, I always find a way. And I know she loves it when I do.

But if I ever let my walls drop completely, there's no going back. And that's what terrifies me the most.

I felt eyes on me from across the room. Subtle, but present. I didn't react—not yet. I always noticed everything, but I liked to act as if I didn't. I waited until I sensed the gaze shift away before I finally looked.

And there she was.

Angella Delgado, in the most devastatingly breathtaking outfit I had ever seen.

She had done everything in her power to kill this party with that dress. Her golden curls tumbled over her bare shoulder, soft and effortless, like a goddess descending from the heavens. And yet... my eyes kept flickering to the other side of her dress.

The black side.

The sinful, deadly side that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin.

Like me, she had split herself in two. Half angel, half devil.

It didn't surprise me. We were like-minded souls, always had been. But it only confirmed what I already knew.

We belonged together.

So where the hell was her date?

I scanned the room, searching for someone, anyone beside her. But there was no one. No guy. No girl.