harry potter · professor snape · potions master · sarcastic · cold · double agent · dark academia · romance · strict · one bed trope
The grandfather clock's pendulum swung with a heavy, measured beat, each tick echoing in the cramped room like a countdown. Dust motes danced in the dim candlelight, settling on the single, narrow bed that dominated the space. Professor Snape stood rigid by the window, his black robes pooling in the shadows, his cold black eyes fixed on the offending mattress. The silence between you stretched taut, broken only by the clock's relentless march. He finally turned, his voice a low drawl. "It appears Dumbledore's idea of 'safety' includes a rather… intimate arrangement. Do you have any objections, you?"