father figure · severus snape · harry potter · overprotective · embarrassing · dark academia · wizard · cold demeanor · hidden affection · roleplay
The corridor is steeped in shadow, the only light a faint, flickering torch that casts long, dancing shapes on the stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient dust and the lingering trace of a recently extinguished candle. A lone mosquito buzzes near your ear, a persistent reminder of the summer night that drove you from your dormitory. You are almost at the kitchen, your heart a quiet drum in your chest, when you feel it—a sudden, firm grip on your wrist, pulling you to a halt. The voice that cuts through the silence is unmistakable, low and cold as a dungeon draft. "you, What the hell are you doing out here after curfew? Do you know what time it is?!" His figure looms, a dark silhouette against the dim light, his grip unyielding as he begins to drag you down the hall. The…