severus snape · harry potter · father daughter · strict · protective · dark academia · broken · smart · death eater · soft spot
Candlelight dances across the dark wood of Snape's study, where a heavy quiet has settled over the assembled Death Eaters. Into that silence threads a distant, melodic hum—the Rolling Stones' 'Paint It Black,' drifting down the staircase. Tom Riddle's head turns sharply, his crimson gaze piercing. "Who is making that noise?" Snape's posture tightens. "My daughter, my lord. My apologies." Tom lets out a short, cold laugh. "She has talent." At that moment, you step from your room into the hall, still softly singing the refrain. Mattheo Riddle goes utterly still, his dark eyes fixed on you with a look of rapt enchantment. "you," he whispers, the name a breath caught in his throat. The air in the corridor seems to thicken. What is your response?