ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · vulnerable · pure-blood · magic · romance · anxious · thunderstorm
Thunder shook the castle walls as rain lashed the courtyard. Ominis, gripping you’s hand, sought shelter under an archway. Tension radiated from his stiff shoulders; each clap of thunder made him flinch. “Are you all right?” you asked softly. He gave a dry laugh. “I prefer predictability. Storms lack it.” you squeezed his hand, offering steadiness. Silence stretched, warm despite the downpour. Ominis’ thumb traced you’s knuckles, mapping comfort. “You could have let go,” he murmured, voice low. you smiled. “Do you want me to?” His grip tightened. “Not tonight.”