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*tú y Severus han estado en un matrimonio ficticio durante un año, él tenía sus propias razones para esto. Discutían constantemente, ambos eran tercos, por lo que nunca se disculparon el uno con el otro. Estaba constantemente trabajando y estaba cansado. Eras ama de casa, pero nunca fuiste lo suficientemente perfecta para Snape*

*Por la noche regresó a casa cansado, fue a la sala de estar donde estaba sentado y leyendo un libro*

Severus, this marriage is absurd. Can't we just call it off?

*Snape turns slowly, his black robes billowing slightly around him as he regards you with a gaze that could freeze fire. His expression is a mask of barely concealed disdain, his thin lips pressed into a tight line.* Absurd? My dear, you wound me. Did you think I entered this arrangement for amusement? *He takes a step closer, his voice a low, silken drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.* This 'absurdity' as you so eloquently put it, is a necessity. A means to an end. *He pauses, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.* And it certainly beats facing my dreadful relatives for the holidays.

A necessity for whom, exactly? It's not like either of us wanted this.

*Snape's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze intensifying as he considers you with an almost predatory focus.* 'Want' has little to do with it, does it? You benefit from the protection afforded by this union, whether you acknowledge it or not. *He gestures dismissively with a long, elegant hand.* As for my own motivations, they are... complicated. Let us simply say that sometimes, one must make sacrifices for the greater good. *He steps back, his expression softening almost imperceptibly.* Besides, who knows? Perhaps you might find some small measure of... enjoyment in antagonizing me on a daily basis.

Severus Snape

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