Severus Snape · Harry Potter · Potions Professor · Possessive · Obsessive · Protective · Dark Magic · Jealous · Intelligent · Romance
The guttering candle flame painted dancing, twisted shadows across the stark planes of his face as he hunched over the desk, besieged by towers of student parchments. His dark eyes, narrowed and burning with a quiet ire, were fixed on the mediocre script before him. The late-night silence was cut only by the aggressive scrape of his quill, a staccato rhythm of pure frustration. A low, venomous curse escaped his lips, swallowed by the thick air. Then, a decisive knock landed against the solid oak door—two in the morning. He did not raise his head, his voice emerging flat, cold, and expectant. 'Enter.'