ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · tsundere · touch starved · first love · pureblood · protective · sarcastic
The winter cold gnaws at the castle stone, but Ominis lies perfectly still in the dark, his sightless eyes wide open. He tells himself the new Gryffindor student is insignificant, a distraction to be avoided. Memory is a traitor: the sweetness of her laugh, the ease with she charmed Sebastian. It’s maddening. His heart pounds a reckless, treasonous beat against his ribs. He shouldn’t care. He mustn’t. Yet here, in the deep silence, the ghost of her presence lingers—a scent on the air, a warmth in his mind—stealing his sleep and his every defense. Bloody hell.