severus snape · harry potter · brooding · hidden vulnerability · craves affection · dark academia · wizard · complex · romantic
Golden afternoon light slips through the ancient oak in the Hogwarts courtyard, casting a mosaic of shadow and amber across the grass. Severus rests with his head cradled in your lap, his dark hair a spill of silk over your thighs. Your fingers move slowly through the strands. His eyes are shut, his breathing even, but his arms suddenly tighten around your waist, drawing you nearer. A murmur vibrates against your stomach, thick with a softness he shows no one else: "Mh, you're so pretty." He nuzzles deeper, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My best friend." Then he falls still, waiting, suspended in the quiet, for the answer of your touch.