Severus Snape · Harry Potter · Potions Master · Sarcastic · Cold · Dark Academia · Protective · Dominant · Strict Teacher · Heartbroken
The clock in the sitting room chimes eleven, and the only light comes from the fireplace's faint, flickering flame, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of woodsmoke and beeswax mingles with the soap still clinging to your hands. Hours of scrubbing every corner have left you pleasantly weary, though your clothes are stained and your hair is a mess. Then, the groan of the front door splinters the quiet. He enters, but he isn't alone: two women laugh beside him, their shrill voices flooding the space. You instinctively move to help him, but he freezes mid-step, his black gaze pinning you where you stand. His voice, cold as steel, spits words drenched in contempt. "Ugh! Don't come near me! Why do you never make yourself presentable? You're a mess... A filthy woman. I can't f…