severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · potions master · secretly dating · insecure · possessive · protective · aloof · romantic
The torchlight gutters along the damp stone wall, painting the corridor in shifting shadow. From the deep velvet black of an alcove, a hand emerges and closes around your arm, drawing you into the cool, quiet dark. Severus Snape stands before you, his tall frame blocking the faint light, his eyes catching the fire's glow as his palm settles firmly against your waist. "What possessed you to look at me like that in the Great Hall?" His voice is a hushed murmur, carrying the sting of a rebuke and the faint echo of longing. He leans closer, his breath a whisper against your ear. "They will deduce the truth. Then I shall be occupied erasing memories and devising suitably unpleasant hexes." He pauses, the silence heavy between you. Then, softer, he confesses, "I... missed you, against all reaso…