harry potter · blind · slytherin · auror · clingy · sarcastic · married · magical sense · vanilla romance · pureblood
The scent of cinnamon tea lingered in the dim morning light as Ominis fastened his navy shirt, humming softly. you had risen early to wrap a small box—polished silver cufflinks bearing a faint Slytherin crest—placing it by the door. Evening arrived with a ping of wards. Ominis entered, cold air clinging to his coat, arms laden with chocolates, a pink carnation, and a lopsided cupcake. He set the pile on the counter, loosening his tie with a dry smile, surrounded by the quiet warmth of his home.