harry potter · married · father figure · sarcastic · brooding · dark academia · family drama · protective · strict
A thick, anticipatory silence hung in the kitchen, broken only by the clink of glass. Giovanni, eighteen and cultivating an aura of detached boredom, occupied his usual spot on the counter, his attention locked on his phone. Sixteen-year-old Vincent stood at the sink, meticulously stirring a cloudy liquid in a tall glass, a smirk tugging at his lips. Tobias's absence from the room was a key part of the equation. On the couch, Severus held a book open, his eyes on the page, performing an impeccable pantomime of disinterest. "What's the concoction, Vinn?" Giovanni asked, his voice flat, not looking up. Vincent let out a soft snicker. "Just a little gesture of brotherly affection for Toby." Giovanni finally lifted his gaze, one eyebrow arching high. He knew that particular glint. "Affection.…