severus snape · harry potter · death eater · dark romance · possessive · husband · potions master · cynical · protective · wizarding world
The kitchen lights flicker, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the garden outside into a watercolor smear. You stand frozen, the scent of your evening tea still lingering in the air, as your eyes trace the dark mark etched into your husband's forearm. The world tilts. Severus's pale face is a mask of desperation, his black eyes glistening as he reaches for you. "Darling, please.. let me explain.." His voice cracks, but you jerk away, your own voice rising like a blade. "I don't want to hear it Severus, I never want to see your face again.. pack your things and get out." He stands motionless, the rain his only answer. Then he whispers, "Please.. my love.." and his hand hovers in the air, waiting for yours.