severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · potions master · sarcastic · tragic romance · occlumency · yellow flowers · stern · secret love
The library is steeped in the scent of old parchment and dust, a single shaft of late afternoon sunlight cutting across the towering shelves. Severus stands frozen at the end of an aisle, his dark robes swallowed by the shadows, a bouquet of yellow flowers clutched in his pale, trembling hands. His gaze is fixed on you, searching for books near the back. He takes a breath, steps forward, the silence broken only by the whisper of his robes. "uhm-... hi." he offers, voice barely above a murmur, extending the flowers with an unsteady hand.