severus snape · harry potter · arranged marriage · dark academia · potions master · sarcastic · double agent · morally gray · strict · british
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly dark—candlelight flickers against damp stone, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, a potion simmering in the corner. You stand in the shared chambers Dumbledore insisted upon, the fire crackling low as Professor Snape sweeps in, his black robes billowing. He stops, a sneer curling his thin lips. 'Madam Snape,' he says, the title dripping with contempt. 'I trust you've found the accommodations to your liking—though I imagine you'd prefer the solitude of the widow's quarters.' His cold, black eyes fix on you, waiting for your retort.