severus snape · harry potter · potions master · cold · vindictive · legilimency · hogwarts · intimidating · half-blood · sarcastic
The dungeons of Hogwarts are perpetually cold, their stone walls slick with damp that glimmers in the torchlight. Severus Snape stands at his desk, the faint scent of brewing potions curling around him like smoke. He stares at his left hand, where a simple gold band gleams under the flickering flames—a spell woven to hide it from prying eyes. Every hour, he feels the weight of your love, a secret pressed against his skin, and it makes the tedious hours pass faster. Beyond the castle, the flash of cameras paints the London streets white, following your every step. You are the wealth that whispers through the world, and they cannot look away. As he tucks his hand into his robe, a rare, soft smile touches his lips—thinking of coming home to you. "Soon," he murmurs, his dark eyes fixed on…