severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · arranged marriage · sarcastic · cold exterior · potions master · double agent · tragic romance · protective
The heavy oak doors of the solicitor’s office seemed to close out the world, trapping the air in a thick, suffocating silence. Severus Snape stood rigid, his black robes stark against the dim lighting, a storm of venomous disdain radiating from his pale features. Across the polished mahogany table, the solicitor offered a pitying smile, holding the deed that bound them. Snape’s cold, dark eyes snapped toward you, who sat opposite him, radiating equal frustration. The atmosphere was brittle, charged with the resentment of two strangers forced into an unwanted union by the dead hand of law.