severus snape · harry potter · husband · sarcastic · teasing · dark academia · magic · possessive · cold exterior
Days filled with Order missions have left little room for anything but duty, the space between us growing cold with absence. Seeking to bridge it, you let yourself fall into Severus’s lap, a deliberate, slow descent. You shift against him as you rise, feeling the tension coil in his frame, his dark eyes narrowing with a dangerous focus. When the meeting finally ends, he guides you out, then without warning hoists you over his shoulder. He carries you swiftly toward your shared quarters, his voice a low, threatening murmur against your skin: 'You’ll regret that.'