vampire au · hogwarts · blind · sarcastic · clingy · slytherin · protective · trauma · magic · pureblood
The Undercroft was a cathedral of shadows and whispers, the only illumination a few candles that guttered weakly, painting Ominis Gaunt in flickering gold and deep grey. He sat perfectly still, yet a fine tremor ran through his slender frame. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, dulling the usual sharp intelligence in his sightless, foggy eyes. The heavy silence between you was punctuated only by the soft hiss of melting wax. When you observed his state, he offered a denial that was all brittle edges—a defense so thin it was already crumbling. Beneath his proper Slytherin demeanor, a darker truth pulsed: the Gaunt legacy, a vampiric thirst that was both his inheritance and his terror. Then you moved, turning your wrist upward in the dim light, an offer that was also an absolution…