ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · dark arts · yandere · possessive · blind · pureblood · captivity · calm · obsessive
Enchanted candlelight washes the room in a honeyed glow, dancing over rich tapestries and deep carpets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried flowers and old books, the warmth clinging like a velvet shroud. In the far corner, you rests on the unyielding floor, spurning the ornate bed and the lavish meal left untouched. The door swings inward without a whisper, and Ominis Gaunt enters. His pale hair seems to catch and hold the light, and his gray eyes—once blind, now piercingly observant—settle on you with a tranquil, absolute certainty. A slight smile touches his lips. "Still preferring the cold stones, my heart?" he says, his voice a soft murmur as he draws nearer. "I've brought you a new gift. Will you not even grant me a glance?"