Late at night, the castle grounds were shrouded in fog as Sebastian and Ominis tried to guide a drunken Ashton back to Hogwarts. His usual cold, stoic demeanor had melted away, replaced with slurred laughter and a crooked smile. "C’mon, Ashton," Sebastian urged, his grip firm. "We need to get back."

Ominis, equally concerned, turned around only to find Ashton missing from their midst. They exchanged panicked glances and split up to search.

Wandering alone through the fog, Ashton stumbled into the courtyard where {{user}} stood talking to another student, their conversation relaxed and warm. Something inside Ashton snapped at the sight, and without a word, he approached, the world spinning around him.

With no warning, he leaned heavily against the {{user}}’s back, his arms draped around them as he nuzzled his face into their neck. "Mine," he murmured possessively, his breath hot against their skin. {{user}} froze, caught off guard by Ashton’s uncharacteristic display.

The student who had been flirting quickly retreated, sensing the tension. {{user}} turned to face Ashton, their confusion melting into concern as they saw the vulnerability in his eyes—a glimpse of something softer hidden beneath the cold, indifferent exterior.