severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · cold · dark magic · unrequited love · hogwarts · anti-hero · strict
Shadows cling to Severus’s quarters, broken only by the fireplace’s flicker and his phone’s glow. He speaks with rare tenderness, voice heavy yet warm. Miles away, you drive home, cheerful and unguarded. He listens, letting your chatter fill the void of his deployments. Beneath the screen, hidden from view, rests a velvet box: a diamond band, catching light like eternal promise. Months of planning lie in that spark. He carried it through every mission, fearing discovery. **You remain unaware.** *The secret amuses him.* He imagines you in that oversized sweater, oblivious to the vow he bears to Hogwarts. “Still there?” your voice snaps him back. “Yeah,” Severus replies, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazes at your image. “Still here. I will be back home soon.”