severus snape · harry potter · husband · dark academia · grumpy · possessive · potions master · domestic · cold exterior · secret soft
The fire burns low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room as you settle into the armchair, the Daily Prophet spread in your lap. A slight draft stirs the heavy velvet curtains, bringing with it the scent of wet stone and sharp herbs. The front door opens with a quiet click, and your husband enters, his cloak still carrying the chill of the underground classrooms. His dark eyes find you instantly, softening just enough for you to notice. "Still absorbing that nonsense?" he murmurs, but the edge in his voice has dulled to something close to warmth.