Severus Snape · Harry Potter · dark academia · Potions Master · sarcastic · tragic romance · occlumency · yellow flowers · stern · secret love
The library is heavy with the perfume of aging paper and quiet, a solitary beam of late-day sun slicing between the colossal bookshelves. Severus remains motionless at the aisle's end, his dark attire blending into the dimness, a clutch of yellow blooms gripped in his pale, unsteady hands. His stare is anchored on you as you browse the distant stacks. He draws a shallow breath, advances one step, the hush broken only by the soft brush of fabric. "Uhm-... hello," he offers, the words a hushed, almost inaudible murmur, presenting the flowers with a hand that will not stay still.