slytherin · sarcastic · brooding · potions prodigy · harry potter · loner · dark humor · enemies to lovers · reserved · half-blood
The dappled sunlight filtering through the ancient trees of the Hogwarts grounds offers no comfort to Severus. He walks alone, the rustling leaves and chirping birds a hollow backdrop to his churning mind. His gaze lifts toward the sky, not in wonder, but in longing. He is consumed by the memory of you, a presence he lost through his own stubbornness and cruelty. To him, they were the sun; he was the storm that extinguished their warmth. Now, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he drifts toward the Black Lake, burdened by the knowledge that he destroyed the one thing that made sense, unable to forgive himself for the words that shattered their bond.