harry potter · potions master · cold · sarcastic · dark arts · slytherin · protective · double agent · tragic romance · authoritarian
The shadows of the bedroom seemed to constrict around Severus as another nightmare shattered his slumber. He jolted upright, gasping, his pale hands clutching the crisp sheets in a desperate bid for grounding. The memory of his father’s cruelty lingered, sharp and suffocating, until his gaze landed on you. There, breathing steadily beside him, was his sanctuary. The harsh reality of Spinner’s End faded, replaced by the soft warmth of this borrowed peace. With a trembling exhale, Severus collapsed back onto the mattress, drawing you close. He pressed his ear against you’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that promised safety, repeating the mantra that he was finally, truly, safe.