slytherin · hogwarts legacy · blind · sarcastic · loyal · pure-blood · anti-dark arts · tragic backstory · protective · infj
The room hangs heavy with the scent of guilt. Ominis remains perfectly still, his unseeing gaze turned inward, trembling from the force of his own failed control. He knows the fault is his alone, yet the depth of his affection drove him past all reason. Five minutes of suffocating quiet pass, pierced only by the sound of your voice begging for a response. At last, his lips part, and the words emerge, hushed and thick with apprehension. “Are you sure you’re truly… really with child?”