The day to become the final boss

Snape thought he would never come here again.

When he once again stepped on this silent field with terrifyingly high magic power, and when he stepped on the soft ground under his feet, he saw Moores again.

Under the dark and cold light, Moers lay quietly in the middle of the inverted cave-like room.He was wearing the strange dark-colored nightgown that he remembered, and his long jet-black hair was loose and twisted like a night, and every strand of it fell into the silent darkness.

Moores closed his eyes, his ivory-colored skin was exposed in a large piece from the wide robe, the strange bright red that was familiar to him, the seductive petals protruding from the thorn-like black tattoo, on the white chest Silent bloom.

Snape had seen this scene many times before - in the tender dreams of his youth.

"Mers?" Snape called softly.

But Moores was completely unresponsive as if he was asleep.

Snape held out his hand, resting it on his chest hesitantly.

The skin touched by the hand was as smooth and delicate as ever, but it felt cold to the touch—under Moers' fair chest, there was no rhythm of heart contraction and agitation.

Snape's slender fingers shrank slightly, and then placed them on the carotid artery of his neck, lowered his head, and carefully pressed his cheek against Myers' cold chest.

There is no heartbeat.

A chill crept up his back, and an indescribable coldness invaded Snape's body bit by bit from the place where their skins met, gradually freezing his expectations, and the man in black felt his body numb bit by bit.

He lay there motionless, his dark eyes staring at the silky silky hair, their beautiful curves, fair and smooth skin, and the bewitching red flowers, trying to hear a heartbeat.

He still remembered that Moers was the same way back then, lying here without a trace of life—but then he lived.

He should survive this time too.

Snape waited a long time.

Waiting until his body was almost as cold as Moores.

He raised his head, moved his stiff body, stretched out his pale and slender hands, and held his peaceful sleeping face.

"Moers..." The thin, chapped lips gently covered his, trembling slightly, caressing the cold touch.

Suddenly, Snape froze, and then opened the distance between the two like lightning.

——then he saw the tip of Mers' tongue licking the corner of his mouth.

Snape "..."

"Severus, actually this kiss can be deeper." Wan Mo blinked shamelessly.

The corner of Snape's stiff mouth twitched violently, he straightened his back, and pressed his palm on the opponent's chest—the black thorny thorns and alluring red flowers quickly dissipated like melting snow.

Moers' body temperature was rising, and the silent heart in his chest began to beat again.

"—I remember asking you a long time ago, Moores, are you really not a reincarnated corpse?" Snape's palm was firmly pressed against the smooth and delicate skin. The deep, cello-like voice became hoarse, dry and unpleasant.

"Of course not." Wan Mo's white and slender fingers clasped the hand that was intended to be pressed on the chest, staring at the man's terrible complexion, dry and thin lips, and the obvious blackness in the sunken eye sockets.

In fact, when Wan Mo first started repairing his body, he regretted it a bit. The serious injury more than ten years ago made this body need to be warmed up far longer than expected.

It was his lack of anticipation that made Snape, a man who loves to cut corners, toss himself so painfully.

Dark, dotted light glows overflowed from between the white and slender fingers, and they entered the pale and slender palm held by the master with a hint of chill.

Mr. Snape's complexion improved visibly, his eye sockets were no longer sunken, and his chapped thin lips returned to a soft color.

"I remember saying when you reappeared in front of me after more than ten years of disappearance - 'There is no next time'?" Snape's dark eyes were fixed on him, as if looking away from him will disappear.

Under the gaze of those black eyes, Wan Mo suddenly felt a little at a loss for words, "Well, this time it was just an accident..."

"I thought the honorable, high-ranking Mr. Moores was finally tired of a humble, uninteresting, unremarkable man—so I just wanted to find a chance to leave him alone." Snape's voice recovered as before. As mellow as red wine, he stiffened his body and sneered expressionlessly, but there was a hint of strong uneasiness in that sneer.

"Severus, do you think that's how I see you?" Wan Mo frowned.He passed his long arms around Snape's waist, soothing his stiff back.The cool and silky long hair like the Black Waterfall brushed the back of Snape's hands, making it feel numb. "If I want to ignore someone, I don't need a chance or a reason."

"Let me remind you, Mr. Moores, you left me again, and you're still with the damned Lockhart—" Snape wanted to push him away with a livid face, but he didn't know when his waist was caught Moers' arm was rigid.

"You think Lockhart is more important to me than you?"

"...you guys make me feel isolated...like you never belonged to my world." Snape's silky bass was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of unconcealable complexity in his dark eyes.

Feeling the slight cold sweat oozing from the palm of his chest, Wan Mo tightened the arms around his waist even tighter.

His Severus is keen, paranoid and inferior-his keenness allows him to easily detect certain similar qualities in Brad and himself, paranoia makes him stubbornly get into a blind alley of confusion, and inferiority makes him Constantly speculate on what you have been keenly aware of and make it some bad fantasy.

Severus was seriously disturbed, even afraid of things that he had never thought about.He carefully concealed his fear until the other party disappeared from his side again.

Wan Mo hugged him quietly, feeling the rhythm of the beating in the not strong chest, from the turbulent fast to the soothing and steady, until the muscles of the man he embraced were no longer tense.

"I'm not human." He said slowly.

"I know."

"The gentle me in front of people is false, and the real me may be far colder and more terrifying than you imagined."

"--I know."

"Severus, I've been around for a long time. I'm a real old monster—a very old monster." Wan Mo buried his head on the side of his neck and took a deep breath greedily.

"……I know."

"No, you don't know." Wan Mo gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "There are some things you don't know... For example, my body is made of magic power - the way I used to be when I was a human being."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, his dark eyes flashed with surprise, Moores was once a human being?He stared at the pair of black eyes that were close at hand, and inside was the purest endless darkness and tranquility.

"I used to be very contradictory. I wanted to stop myself from getting close to you several times. For non-humans who don't know how long they will exist, human life is very short and they will die soon. It is relatively enough to spend quietly in the dark. For me who have lived for a long time, it is just a moment."

Snape gasped for breath.

"I have been alone for many years. One day, I suddenly wanted a human being to enter into my few remaining emotions, but——if I fell in love with this short life and let him stay in my heart imprint, then in the years to come, I will be doomed to be even more lonely, which is irrational."

"...So" Snape felt his heart being pinched in pain, he bit his lower lip tightly, even breathing became a little humble, he carefully tested "You won't fall in love with him, will you?"

Wan Mo stared at those obsidian eyes for a long time, then gently kissed his protruding hooked nose.

"I love you, even if you can't be with me for long."

There was a sudden dullness in those obsidian eyes.

"So—do you love me? Mr. Snape—"

"I... can," Mr. Snape's throat was a little congested, he took a deep breath, and blinked back the moisture from his burning eyes. "As far as I know, there are such things as ghosts in the wizarding world—... I can accompany you for a long time."

Wan Mo kissed him.

Nothing can stand by my side for a long time, even if you choose to become a ghost one day.

The human soul is still too fragile.

When Snape suddenly fell into the warm water, he hadn't reacted yet.

"Oh, Severus, you should take a good bubble, you are as cold as ice." Wan Mo smiled by the pool.

Snape hated his ability to move people around at will.

"Come out when you warm up. I've prepared some food." Wan Mo placed a clean white bath towel by the pool and kissed his forehead.

"Mers."

"what?"

"Did you fucking forget something?" Snape frowned in the spacious and luxurious bath.

Wan Mo blinked. "What did I forget?"

"You forgot to cover me with a suit of clothes." Snape glared at him.The wizard robe he was originally wearing disappeared instantly when he fell into the water.

"Oh, I have to search to see if there is one that fits you." Wan Mo shrugged without sincerity, but after walking a few steps, he sat on the sofa that appeared out of thin air and drank tea leisurely.

The corners of Mr. Snape's mouth twisted a few times.

After a while, Snape, whose cheeks were flushed from the soak, finally couldn't help but crawled out of the bath with a towel in his hand. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, not even wiping off the water droplets on his body.

Then he walked barefoot to Wan Mo's side.

"You can take back the eyeballs stuck to the towel, Mr. Moores." There was a voice of gnashing teeth.

"Uh... Believe me, I actually want to stick my eyes under the towel." Wan Mo whistled roguely, regretting that the things around Mr. Snape's waist were so tight that they didn't care about him. Dropped to the ground while striding.

His delicate fingertips ran across the wet skin on Snape's waist, and Snape trembled slightly.

"Mers!"

"Okay, let's go to dinner." Wan Mo snapped his fingers, and the next moment, the two of them appeared in another room.

Snape was sure this was one of the rooms in what looked like an old castle that he had been to before.

But this room doesn't look as old as other places, with traces of history.It has soft light, from the floor to the ceiling are carefully carved with delicate and small patterns, there is not even any extra decoration in the room, it only has dark curtains reaching the floor and a huge soft bed of the same color, oh, and the floor The bedding is a carpet made of beautiful fur of unknown creatures.

Snape "...".

Wan Mo "...".

"Excuse me, Mr. Moores, where is the supper?"

"Cough, okay, Severus." Wan Mo waved his hand, and a table of dinner appeared in the room, and of course there were seats—Wan Mo would never admit it, but he was the one staring at Snape's graceful back, tempting The slender waist and slender and strong thighs were distracted before moving to the bedroom.

Snape stared at the dining table - in fact, its size and lace trim were more suitable for afternoon tea for noble ladies.