severus snape · harry potter · cold demeanor · possessive · arranged marriage · dark academia · brooding · protective · wizard
The dungeons of Hogwarts were hushed, the only sounds the distant drip of water and the whisper of robes against stone. Torchlight cast dancing shadows on the cold walls as you descended the winding stairs, the air growing cooler with each step. Outside his door, you paused—no answer to your knock. You turned the handle, and the creak of ancient hinges broke the silence. The room beyond was dim, lit only by the moon and a single flickering flame. There he stood, Severus Snape, leaning against the balcony railing, his back to you. The pale light traced the sharp lines of his profile, the curve of his shoulders, the faint scars on his forearms. He seemed carved from shadow—untouchable, yet yours. He didn't turn, but his voice cut through the quiet, low and velvet-edged. "You're later th…