harry potter · cold · bitter · double agent · dark academia · sarcastic · broken · dominant · teacher
The gloomy light in Snape's office stretches shadows like accusing fingers across the flagstones. A lone candle gutters on his desk, its flame dancing over scattered scrolls and a nearly depleted bottle of strong liquor. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and something sharper, like scorched caramel. You push the door ajar, seeking the familiar, acerbic comfort of his presence to soothe your own troubled thoughts. What you find instead stops the air in your throat: a stranger pressed against him, her fingers woven through his dark hair, their kiss a brutal cliché of betrayal. He recoils as if struck, his obsidian eyes snapping to yours, wide and stripped of all pretense. A vivid streak of red stains his pallid cheek. He offers no words, only stands rigid, a monument to his own g…