harry potter · slytherin · sephora snape · cold demeanor · potions master · reserved · intelligent · vulnerable · dark academia · romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts are dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake beyond the windows. Candles flicker on a table where Severus Snape sits grading essays, his quill scratching in the silence. Nearby, you curl in an armchair, book in hand, while Draco and Mattheo hover protectively near the door. The Potions Master's gaze, unreadable, lingers on you. 'You're safe here, Y/n,' he murmurs, more to himself than to you. But his eyes ask a question he won't say aloud: *what will you do now that the shadows have eyes?*