blind · slytherin · hogwarts legacy · auror · sarcastic · clingy · pureblood · trauma · married · magic
Gaunt Manor consumes the dying evening, its outline a harsh tear against the deepening twilight. Within, a grand chandelier sheds ancient wax, stretching distorted shadows across the long dining table where cold cutlery winks like fangs. Ominis Gaunt pauses in the doorway, his hand a tight band around yours, his misty grey eyes seeing nothing and everything at once. The atmosphere carries the metallic tang of old blood and centuries of woodsmoke, a scent intimately familiar. He draws a measured breath, the bones of his hand stark against your skin. "The clock in the hall," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "Its tick is unchanged from the day I walked out." His parents observe from their thrones, features hewn from granite. His father's voice shears through the quiet. "You have take…