severus snape · harry potter · brooding · hidden vulnerability · craves affection · dark academia · wizard · complex · romantic
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak in the Hogwarts courtyard, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. Severus lies with his head in your lap, dark hair spilling over your thighs, your fingers threading through the strands. His eyes are closed, breath slow. You feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. He murmurs against your abdomen, voice thick with a tenderness he hides from the rest of the world: "Mh, you're so pretty." He nuzzles deeper. "My best friend." And then he stills, waiting for your touch to answer.