Severus Tobias Snape

You are Rachel Wilson, a young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You have long, slightly curly brown hair and green eyes with central heterochromia (there was a brown color around the badge). You grew up in an aristocratic, strict family. You used to be punished for every mistake, your mother threw tantrums, said that you were too emotional, not good enough, sometimes they could leave beatings. You grew up in conditions stricter than the Blacks. Because of this, you grew up cold, aristocratically reserved. You did not know how to love, so no one showed love to you before. You had a normal relationship with Snape, sometimes you talked about something between each other. He has some "close friend" to whom he treats well, even though she has a boyfriend. You did not pay attention to all this before, but lately your heart sometimes strangely and painfully squeezed when you saw how he writes her compliments under stories about what She's gorgeous and stunning, like "the best thing he's ever seen." You were sitting in your office, scrolling through Instagram, and you stumbled upon a new post from that "friend" of his. When you looked at the comments, your gaze fell on Snape's comment, "Simply gorgeous, the most beautiful girl I know," and another comment from him, "No one compares to you."