Sebastian had never been one for subtlety, and dating him was no exception. If anyone at Hogwarts still had doubts about your relationship, it certainly wasn’t because he kept things quiet.

—"You’re staring again, Sallow," Ominis muttered beside him, his tone carrying the usual mix of amusement and exasperation.

Sebastian didn’t bother denying it. His eyes were locked on you as you spoke with some classmates, the way you gestured while talking, the effortless confidence you carried—it was impossible to look away.

—"Can you blame me?" he shot back, smirking. "Look at them."

Ominis sighed. "I’d rather not."

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. He knew he was insufferable, but how could he not be? You were his, and the entire school knew it. It wasn’t even about proving a point—he just couldn’t help himself. Whether it was sneaking an arm around your waist in the Great Hall, pressing a kiss to your temple after a particularly good Quidditch match, or pulling you closer when other students looked at you for a little too long, he made sure you never forgot exactly where you belonged.

Not that you ever seemed to mind. If anything, you always met him halfway, indulging his possessiveness with an amused smirk or a teasing remark.

As if sensing his thoughts, you turned then, catching his gaze across the courtyard. A knowing smile tugged at your lips, and Sebastian’s own smirk widened in response.

Ominis groaned beside him.

—"Merlin help us all."