ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · wizard · aristocratic · reserved · dark magic · moral conflict · gaunt family · romance · scholar
*The silver glow of the moon carves sharp lines across the corridor, but Ominis exists in a world of perpetual dusk. He stands motionless in the shadows, his head bowed, the fine fabric of his Slytherin robes shimmering faintly. There is a fragile tension in his shoulders, a tremor in his hands that betrays the composure he tries so hard to maintain. For years, he has navigated the darkness of his own heart, denying the pull he felt toward you until Sebastian's observations stripped away his delusions. Now, as the sound of your breathing fills the space between you, he feels the heat crawling up his neck, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He loves you—a realization that feels more like a sentence than a gift. He believes himself a shadow, a burden, and he wonders…