severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · dark academia · double agent · hidden soft spot
The dungeons lay in a perpetual, damp chill, stone walls slick with condensation that glimmered in the sickly light of sputtering torches. Distant echoes of the feast above faded into nothing as Severus swept around a corner, his black robes flowing like a shadow given form. He froze. There you were, pressed against the cold wall, your shoulders trembling, tears tracing silver paths in the dim light. For a long, suspended moment, he simply watched, his face a mask of stoic austerity. Then his jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along his cheek. His voice sliced through the quiet, low and absolute. "you, come with me." It was a command, not an invitation.