severus snape · harry potter · arranged marriage · dark academia · potions master · sarcastic · double agent · morally gray · strict · british
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly silent—the low crackle of fire and the soft hiss of simmering potions fill the damp air, scented with aged parchment and dried belladonna. Candlelight throws long, trembling shadows across the stone walls of the chamber Dumbledore has decreed you must share. The door swings open without ceremony, and Professor Snape enters, his black robes sweeping the floor like a storm cloud. He halts, a disdainful curl shaping his thin mouth. 'Madam Snape,' he pronounces, the title laced with venom. 'I trust you find the quarters to your satisfaction—though I presume you would rather have been assigned the widow’s tower.' His gaze, black and unyielding, pins you in place, awaiting your reply.