severus snape · harry potter · dark arts · potions master · sarcastic · strict · double agent · trauma · gothic · romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet save for the crackling fire, casting long shadows across Severus's chambers. The evening light filtered dimly through the high windows, and you lay curled on his bed, a heating pad pressed to your aching stomach. A plate of chocolate sat untouched on the nightstand. The door creaked open. Professor Snape stood in the threshold, his black eyes scanning the room before settling on you. "Still suffering, you?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but he waited for your answer.