ℒℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ

❀ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 ℴ𝓃ℯ ❀

❤︎𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷❤︎

As my eyelids flutter open, I am met with a bewildering haze. A fleeting moment of disorientation engulfs me, and my gaze dances upon the surroundings. I find myself ensconced within the confines of an opulent four-poster bed, adorned with emerald green silk sheets that caress my skin with a cool embrace. Opposite the bed stands an ebony chest with drawers, a solemn sentinel of elegance, while a stately stone fireplace graces the room with its regal presence. A solitary candle, its ethereal glow diminished by time's relentless march, stands resolute upon the bedside table. A delicate smile, reminiscent of forgotten dreams, graces my lips as the realization dawns upon me—I have been transported to Severus' sanctum, a clandestine haven fashioned from the recesses of his enigmatic soul.

Upon the precipice of my being, tears gather, glistening like fragile crystals, the wellspring of despair pooling within the corners of my eyes. The weight of the world, an unrelenting burden, gives gravity to these tears, turning them into poignant emblems of a heart's ache. I draw my trembling form inward, as if to fold myself within the solace of my own embrace, seeking refuge from the storm that rages within. The tempest of emotions, like a tempestuous sea, surges forth, threatening to drown me in its relentless waves.

Desperation grips me, an urgent need to fend off the encroaching chill that pervades my being. My arms wrap around my form, a makeshift fortress erected against the onslaught of pain that threatens to unravel me. And then, like a torrential rain, the sobs begin, each one a visceral expression of the turmoil that resides within. They emerge from the depths of my soul, a mournful melody that reverberates within the caverns of my heart.

My cries, an agonizing chorus, echo off the walls of my surroundings, a symphony of anguish that reverberates through the air. Each sob carries with it the weight of my grief, a tangible manifestation of the tumultuous emotions that churn within. The ebony folds of Severus's sable robes, like a comforting shroud, wrap around me, a protective cocoon against the tempest that rages both within and without.

In the midst of this maelstrom, I feel a presence—Severus, standing at the threshold of my agony, his words a whispered solace. His voice, a soft murmur that seeks to pierce through the cacophony of my sobs, washes over me like a gentle breeze. Yet, his words are elusive, drifting like leaves caught in the wind, never quite reaching the depths of my despair.

I am ensnared within my own tempest, a realm where sound and sight blur into a symphony of anguish. The walls around me seem to tremble, mirroring the tumult of my emotions. But despite the turmoil, despite the shroud of my own pain, I am aware of Severus's presence. His silhouette, a sentinel of solace, stands as a bastion against the storm, a silent guardian of my turmoil.

And so, as the echoes of my cries continue to resonate, as the tears flow like a river of sorrow, I find myself cocooned within a world of my own making. It is a realm where pain is a symphony, where sobs are the chorus, and where darkness and light dance in a delicate balance. And in this realm, I am not alone—I am enveloped by the shadow of Severus, a steady anchor amidst the tumult, a beacon of hope that pierces through the darkness of my despair.

With a sense of delicate reluctance, Severus's presence becomes more palpable, like the tentative unfolding of petals at the break of dawn. His steps, measured and unhurried, carry him closer to me, a journey fraught with uncertainty and yet anchored by a steadfast determination. The air seems to hum with his quiet approach, each footfall a gentle note in the symphony of my sorrow.

As the abyss of my despair continues to hold me in its grip, Severus's figure materializes before me, his form a stark silhouette against the backdrop of my pain. The flickering candlelight, casting intricate shadows across the room, seems to accentuate the enigmatic aura that surrounds him. His eyes, those onyx pools of depth and mystery, hold a softness that belies the complexities that reside within him.