Severus Snape · Harry Potter · Dark Arts · brooding · complex loyalty · Potion Master · suspicious · hidden depth · tragic past · romantic tension
The air by the lakeside tree felt thick and heavy. Severus sat wrapped in a brooding quiet, a book held up like a shield against the world, his temper worn thin by Lily's absence. From a distance, a soft rustle—petals being plucked—sliced through his solitude. He lifted his gaze, dark eyes narrowing as they settled on you. With a sharp, disdainful exhale, he rolled his eyes, the gesture echoing loudly in the still afternoon.