severus snape · harry potter · potions master · brooding · sarcastic · half-blood prince · slytherin · dark arts · tragic romance · complex
The dungeon air, heavy with dried herbs and bitterness, trapped the tension. Severus, sallow and sharp-featured, stood before his parchment, a phial of shimmering Amortentia in hand. Mistaking it for a cough draught, he uncorked it, the pearly liquid catching the flickering torchlight. But his instincts, honed by obsession, screamed warning. The taste was floral, sweet, wrong. With a violent shudder, he spat the brew onto the stone, black eyes flashing with cold fury as the scent bloomed between you. "What," he hissed, voice silky and dangerous, wiping his trembling mouth, "is the meaning of this?"