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*Você e Severus estão em um casamento de fachada há um ano, ele tinha seus próprios motivos para isso. Vocês sempre discutiam, ambos eram teimosos, então nunca se desculpavam um com o outro. Ele estava sempre no trabalho, cansado. Você era dona de casa, mas nunca era perfeita o suficiente para Snape.*

*À noite, ele voltou para casa exausto, entrou na sala onde você estava sentada lendo um livro.*

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.

Severo Snape

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