Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 8: Disobedient

As always songs inspire me for characters so here's our couple at this point

Ominis- Cirice by Ghost

Ariadne- Love Like Winter by AFI

Thank you all for your support so far!

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'Cause her head's up on some cloud...

~~Ariadne~~

Ariadne wasn't sure what to think. She wanted to be angry with him. She wanted to be furious with him for the way he yelled at her. Yet here she was making tea for him.

She grumbled at herself again, not even knowing why she'd offered him tea. She should be throwing the teapot at his head. He'd scared her half to death with all that yelling, looming over her with his height and threatening her.

She'd even asked to confirm how he liked his sugar

Ugh.

But the memory of him standing in front of her, his wand at the ready, that wicked confident smile on his face...

She felt another little shiver go through her at the memory of that smile, a shiver that definitely wasn't from fear.

Damnit.

She brewed the tea idly, her mind still wandering. The way he'd held her hand against his chest, the look of pain and yearning on his face had made her ache. She'd never seen an expression like that before.

He'd said he hated his family, and that they'd tortured him. Those scars couldn't be faked, so she had to believe him. To think his brother would be so cruel to use the cruciatus curse on his own sibling! What a horrible person... and if what Ominis said is true and the servants- except her Marie- were spying on them, she'd have to be very careful. She wasn't about to let them take those notes away. She could tell how important they were to him, both by the way he'd stormed like a hurricane at the thought of losing them, and by the way he'd gripped his chest painfully at the thought of his lost friends.

But Feldcroft and Hogsmeade... there must be some reason why they hadn't responded.

Her thoughts changed back to the conversation, their promise, the way he'd smiled. His smile made her damn toes curl, it was so handsome, so sincere. Especially when he was amused by something, the wicked glint in his pale eyes did equally wicked things to her.

He was still roughed up from the fight, but combined with the flecks of dried blood, the devilish look he naturally had and that damn smile of his, and-

She cursed when she heard a splash and realized she'd overfilled the teacup as she was lost in thought.

What was she thinking?! She was being ridiculous, they barely knew each other. Sure he was her husband but that hardly mattered in this case!

Or did it?

Ugh!

She poured another cup and dumped the overfilled one out in the sink, pretending it didn't happen.

She set the teacups on a tray along with the remaining tea in the pot, and walked back over to the spare bedroom.

She huffed softly as she sat back down in her chair, offering him a teacup. "There you go." She said tersely.

He gave her a bemused smile, reaching out to feel for her hands, his fingers drifting across her wrist before he took the teacup from her. The touch made her hair stand on end, and her breath catch in her throat as her heart fluttered.

He seemed to pause for a second, as if sensing something.

Oh no, he fucking did not just catch that. There was no way!