At Least She Loves Me | Sebastian Sallow x Reader
Sebastian Sallow had no idea what he had done to deserve this.
It wasn’t that he was complaining, necessarily. He liked when you paid attention to him—sought it out, even. But the way you were staring at him now, like a kneazle about to pounce, was putting him on edge.
He tried to ignore it at first. He really did.
But he could feel your gaze burning into the side of his face, your fingers twitching like you were physically holding yourself back from doing something rash. He did his best to focus on the essay in front of him, quill scratching steadily against the parchment, but when you huffed—a dramatic little exhale that was so very you—he finally snapped.
“You’re staring.”
“Mm.”
Sebastian lifted his head slowly, as if moving too fast would provoke you into an attack. “What now?”
“You’re being too cute again.”
Sebastian blinked. Once. Twice. Then, just to be sure, “Pardon?”
“You heard me.”
He set his quill down, eyeing you suspiciously. “I really don’t think I did.”
“You do cute things, Sebastian.” You gestured vaguely at him, your hands moving like you were trying to physically pluck the words from the air. “And it’s making me lose my mind.”
Sebastian leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms along the top of it as he smirked. “Go on.”
“See?! This! This is what I mean! You’re all smug about it, which makes it worse!”
He chuckled, thoroughly enjoying himself now. “So let me get this straight—you think I’m cute and that’s a problem?”
“Yes,” you deadpanned. “Because it makes me want to shake you.”
Sebastian raised a single, unimpressed eyebrow. “Shake me.”
“Yes.”
His smirk widened. “Like, out of frustration or—?”
“Sort of!” you blurted, hands twitching as you tried to explain the feral energy currently buzzing in your veins. “You’re just—you! And sometimes you look so stupidly handsome and do little things like chew on your quill and sit there all Sebastian-y, and it makes me want to—”
“What?” He was grinning now, utterly charmed despite himself.
You struggled for the right words before blurting, “Bite you!”
Sebastian’s expression instantly shattered into disbelief. “I’m sorry—what?!”
“Not hard!” you added quickly, waving your hands as if that somehow made it less unhinged. “Just—like, a little chomp! Affectionate!”
Sebastian gawked at you, floundering for a response. “You—you want to bite me because you love me?”
You swallowed, fighting the heat creeping up your neck, and doubled down. “Yes!"
Sebastian just ran a hand down his face, as if trying to process how this was his life.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or afraid.”
“Both.”
Sebastian huffed a laugh, slouching dramatically against the couch, as if this was the greatest burden he had ever borne. You, however, were still buzzing with too much feeling, and now that the topic had been breached, your hands were itching to do something about it.
So you lunged.
Sebastian barely had time to react before your hands were on his face, squishing his cheeks together.
“You’re so cute and it infuriates me,” you growled, mushing his cheeks even more.
Sebastian made a muffled sound of protest, eyes widening in mock betrayal. “Hey!”
“This is your fault,” you declared, now aggressively ruffling his curls.
Sebastian finally wrestled your hands away and pinned them to the couch, breathless as he glared at you with flushed cheeks. “You menace!"
“You deserve this.” You were grinning, utterly delighted by his suffering.
Sebastian laughed, dropping his forehead dramatically against your shoulder. “Why am I in love with someone so insane?”
You beamed. “I don’t know but it’s too late now.”
Sebastian groaned, flopping back onto the couch with the resignation of a man who had lost every battle but still somehow won the war.
He sighed, eyes slipping closed as he let himself relax. You, now thoroughly satisfied, settled beside him, head resting on his shoulder.
And as he absentmindedly reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, Sebastian thought, at least she loves me.
Even if you did want to bite him.