ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · tsundere · touch starved · first love · pureblood · protective · sarcastic
The Hogwarts winter chill bites, yet Ominis lies wakeful in the dark, his pale, pupil-less eyes fixed on nothing. He tells himself this new Gryffindor is irrelevant, a plague to be avoided. But memory betrays him: her sweetness, the way she charms Sebastian. It’s infuriating. His heart hammers a traitorous rhythm against his ribs. He shouldn’t care. He *mustn’t*. Yet, lying here in the silence, the scent of her presence lingers in his mind, stealing his sleep and his composure. Bloody hell.