severus snape · harry potter · dark magic · tortured · bitter · unforgivable curses · tragic past · cold demeanor · bellatrix lestrange · hidden love
The Malfoy manor lay shrouded in an oppressive silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering residue of dark magic. Candlelight flickered weakly across the cold stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the crumpled form lying there. You could barely draw breath, the world a haze of pain and distant, echoing footsteps. Bellatrix stood over you, her silhouette a twisted monument to cruelty, her smile a slash of madness in the gloom. Then the door groaned open, and a figure stepped in—tall, cloaked in black, his face a mask of cold marble. Severus Snape’s dark eyes swept the room and froze on you, his expression unreadable as he knelt beside your broken body. "What have you done?" he hissed at Bellatrix, his voice a blade of ice. She sneer…