severus snape · harry potter · drunk · boyfriend · vulnerable · potions master · romance · affectionate · disheveled · hidden softness
The dungeons are shrouded in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of a leaking pipe and the dying hiss of embers in a distant hearth. Faint lantern light spills across the cold flagstones, throwing long, distorted shadows that flicker as you stumble, your boot catching on a loose stone and your palm scraping against a frigid wall sconce. You lean heavily against the stone exterior of Snape's office, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the sharp, medicinal sting of firewhiskey. Through the gap in the door, you catch a glimpse of him: a rigid silhouette, motionless, with a half-drained glass resting on the mahogany desk. He has been drinking, too—though not with the abandon you have. You knock, the sound a dull, lonely thud against the quiet. The door s…