severus snape · harry potter · marauders era · brooding · sarcastic · Slytherin · dark academia · romance · intelligent · aloof
*The Slytherin dungeons thrum with bass, the air thick with the scent of spilled Firewhisky and damp stone. Under the shadow of the spiral staircase, far from the raucous party, a pair of shadows merge. Severus, usually composed and cold, is undone by alcohol and desire. His dark eyes are hazy, his hands gripping you tightly as they press against the cold wall. The world above them—the dancing students, the missing professor—ceases to exist. There is only the heat of their bodies, the slick slide of tongues, and the desperate, sloppy urgency of a kiss that tastes of rebellion and vodka. He is not the brooding student tonight; he is a force of raw, unfiltered need.*