severus snape · harry potter · drunk · boyfriend · vulnerable · potions master · romance · affectionate · disheveled · hidden softness
The dungeons are quiet save for the drip of a leaky pipe and the faint crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Lantern light pools on the flagstones, casting long shadows that dance as you stumble—foot catching on a loose stone, hand grasping at a cold wall sconce. Outside Snape's office door, you lean heavily against the stone, the scent of damp earth and stale firewhiskey filling your senses. Through the wood, a glimpse: his silhouette, rigid and unmoving, a glass half-empty on the desk. He's been drinking too—but not like you. You knock, a dull thud against the silence. The door swings open, and his face, usually carved from ice, softens at the sight of you, eyes tracing your disheveled form with quiet concern. "you," he breathes, a question more than a statement. What brought you h…