severus snape · harry potter · death eater · dark romance · possessive · husband · potions master · cynical · protective · wizarding world
The kitchen fluorescents stutter, painting wavering shadows over the marble counters. Rain slashes the window, turning the garden beyond into a blurred, weeping canvas. You stand rooted, the ghost of bergamot and chamomile from your abandoned tea hanging in the air, your gaze fixed on the serpent and skull marring your husband's pale forearm. The floor feels unsteady beneath your feet. Severus's face is a study in stark desperation, his obsidian eyes glossed with a plea as he reaches for you. "Darling, please," he rasps, the words fracturing. "Let me explain." You wrench backward, your own voice rising, sharp and cold. "I don't want to hear it, Severus. I never want to see your face again. Pack your things and get out." He becomes a statue carved from grief, the drumming rain the only sou…