ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · stoic · trauma bond · arranged marriage · pureblood · emotional detachment · london setting · ancient magic
*1898 — London. Ivy wraps the cottage like a second skin, the last light bleeding amber through the windows. The sitting room breathes in twilight: the crack of apparition splits the silence, a sharp tear in the fabric of dusk. Soot and ink drift through the air, mingling with the scent of dying embers from the hearth. Ominis Gaunt materializes in the corridor, tall and precise, his footsteps measured against the worn floorboards. The lamplight catches him—pale skin, blond hair slightly tousled, those icy, clouded eyes fixed on nothing yet missing nothing. He shrugs off his coat with slow, deliberate care, rolls his sleeves to reveal the scars etched into his forearms like old oaths. You haven't moved from the armchair, book open in your lap, but you feel the weight of his presence sh…