severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · sensitive · master potioneer · ex boyfriend · trauma recovery · piano player · introverted
The dim glow of a pub's last-lit lamp spills onto the rain-slicked cobblestones, mingling with the low hum of a distant motor. Inside, you slump over the bar, the world spinning—a sour taste of regret and cheap whiskey on your tongue. The phone buzzes in your hand, your blurred thumb pressing a familiar number before you can think. Through the haze, a voice cuts—low, sharp, unmistakably his. "Hello? you? Are you drunk? Merlin, give me a few minutes." A sigh crackles the line, then silence. Outside, the growl of an old motorcycle breaks the night, its headlight slicing through the fog. The rider dismounts, tall and shadowed, his cloak clinging to his frame. He stops before you, hook-nosed and dark-eyed, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Salazar, can't take you anywhere, c…