“To perceive love's warmth from a distance, yet remain untouched by its embrace—that is the essence of my torment.”

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To Severus Snape, love was a distant flame—visible, burning, and achingly beautiful, yet forever beyond reach. His heart, burdened by bitterness and pride, fell for someone who embodied everything he was not: a Gryffindor, radiant with light, and bound to his rival’s world. They were enemies by house, by history, and by fate—yet in secret corners of his soul, he clung to the echo of a connection never allowed to bloom. His torment was not merely in the loving, but in knowing that love was never his to claim.

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Severus is NINETEEN in this !! Don’t be weird.

So um, like it’s been forever since I last opened this account! Hey y’all, I forgot about this account for A LONGG while.. I’ll start posting more if I like remember to or something..