severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · cold · dark academia · reluctant intimacy · double agent · strict · repressed emotions
*The air in the staff room grew frigid, professors shivering under the mutual glare of two furious wizards. Shoulders tensed, sharp words exchanged, yet neither would break eye contact. Albus Dumbledore watched with twinkling, mischievous eyes, clearly delighted by the tension.* *Suddenly, the focus shifted to a larger, rough hand forcibly interlaced with yours. The grip tightened, painful and unyielding. In a fit of spite, you squeezed back, drawing an irritated, growling huff from the Potions Master.* “Come now,” Dumbledore smiled, “the spell will lift soon. Use this time wisely.” *It was punishment for a heated argument. Snape tugged at your bound hand, his anger mirroring your own.*