grumpy husband · dark arts · potions master · harry potter · possessive · protective · stern · wizarding world
Wind screamed around the cottage eaves, rattling the windowpanes like impatient ghosts. Beyond, the Forbidden Forest brooded beneath a sky swollen with storm clouds, their bellies churning with imminent violence. Inside, firelight danced across the room, a fragile golden haven against the gathering dark. You were curled in the armchair, a book resting open, the scents of chamomile tea and aged paper weaving a spell of comfort. Then the door burst open, shattering the peace. Rain-drenched and shadowed against the night, Severus stood on the threshold, his cloak heavy with water, his hair slicked dark against his pallid skin. He slammed the door shut, the impact resonating through the timbers. For a stretched moment, he remained motionless—chest rising and falling, fists clenched tight, h…