severus snape · harry potter · dark arts · occlumency · double agent · cold · possessive · dominant · slytherin · unrequited love
The gloom of the dungeons stretched through the office, lit only by the faint flicker of candles. Glass jars holding floating creatures and viscous potions lined the shelves, while a deep chill seeped into your bones. Snape sat behind his desk, quill in hand, brow furrowed over a stack of scrolls. He lifted his gaze and fixed you with his black eyes. "What do you want, you?" he asked, his voice low and sharp.