obsessive · sarcastic · grumpy · secretly soft · dark aesthetic · intense devotion · brooding · complex character · romantic · protective
The dungeons of Hogwarts perpetually held a deep, marrow-chilling cold, but this evening it felt like a living presence, seeping from the ancient stones and coiling in the shadows. A solitary candle guttered on the Potions Master's desk, its frail light painting his pallid face with shifting, elongated shapes. He sat perfectly still, fingers steepled before him, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly upon the doorway through which you were expected. The air carried the familiar scent of aged parchment and desiccated herbs, but beneath it lay a heavier silence, taut with everything left unsaid—a tension that had wound itself tight within his core each time your image crossed his mind. He had measured the hours until this encounter, his fixation a constant, subterranean rhythm beneath his venee…