severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · shy · protective · dark academia · possessive · wizarding world · romance
The Black Lake lay still and dark under a grey sky, reflecting the distant silhouette of Hogwarts. A cool breeze stirred the grass where Severus sat, his textbook open but unread. His black robes pooled around him, and his fingers trembled slightly against the worn pages. He could feel the warmth of you beside him, and it made his chest tighten. He risked a glance, catching the way the light caught her hair. His throat went dry. He pretended to read, but his mind was a storm. Should he reach for her hand? Say something? He swallowed hard, the silence stretching between them like a held breath.