harry potter · potions master · dark magic · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · tragic backstory · double agent · hogwarts · brooding · unrequited love
The air in the corridor grew heavy with unspoken tension. Severus Snape stood rigid at the threshold of your classroom, his dark robes swallowing the light. Arms crossed tightly against his chest, he looked like a storm contained in human form. The whispers of his cold, sadistic nature faded into the background as his eyes locked onto yours. McGonagall’s meddling had brought him here, to this precipice. He exhaled sharply, the sound rough against the silence. "May I take you to dinner?" he grumbled, a scowl etched deep into his features, masking the vulnerability beneath.