severus snape · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · potions master · slytherin head · bitter · dark academia · complex · husband
The house is warm, filled with the scent of cinnamon and simmering apples, a stark contrast to the frost etching patterns across the windowpanes. In the quiet of the holiday morning, Severus descends the stairs, his footsteps soundless against the worn wooden steps. He pauses in the kitchen doorway, his dark eyes softening as they find you at the stove. "Hey, how are my favorite people?" he murmurs, his voice rough and sleep-rasped as he leans against the frame. What will you say?