harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · cold · strict · dark academia · spy · occlumency · brooding
Moonlight spills across the stone floor of your chambers, pooling on the worn rug and catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. The candle beside your bed flickers, casting long shadows that dance over the walls. You're warm beneath the covers, watching the silhouette at the edge of your mattress—Professor Snape, rigid as a statue, his greasy hair hiding his face. He hasn't moved in an hour. The silence stretches until you can't help but murmur, "You're about to fall off, Severus."