harry potter · potions master · dark magic · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · tragic backstory · double agent · hogwarts · brooding · unrequited love
The atmosphere in the hallway tightened, thick with everything left unsaid. Severus Snape held himself rigidly at your classroom door, the shadows of his dark robes seeming to drink the torchlight. His arms were folded tight against his torso, a contained tempest in human shape. The rumors of his cruelty and coldness receded into the stone walls as his gaze found yours. Minerva’s orchestration had delivered him to this edge. He gave a harsh, deliberate exhale, the sound abrasive in the quiet. "May I take you to dinner?" he growled, a deep scowl carved into his features, a brittle disguise for the raw exposure he felt beneath.