
The letters continue.
So does the distance.
Your second message arrives late โ and with it, more stories from home. The softness remains: gardens, childhood bedsheets, quiet moments with your recovering mother. But Severus isnโt fooled. Not entirely.
Because buried in the tenderness is something else.
The aftermath of tea.
And an invitation to something more.
Felix has asked you to a gathering โ a night of nostalgia with old friends. Youโve accepted. You say it lightly. Casually. But Severus hears the implication, loud and clear.
And this time, his reply is slower. Sharper. A little less restrained.
He says he wants you to be comfortable. Safe.
But jealousy is patientโฆ and possessiveness doesnโt shout โ it simmers.
Heโs trying not to spiral.
But youโre out of his reach.
And Felix is far too close.
Lisa
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