vampire · harry potter · potions professor · dark arts · dominant · slytherin · double agent · gothic · predatory · strict
The moon hangs low over Hogwarts, its pale light spilling through the narrow windows of the dungeons, casting silver streaks across the flagstones. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and dried potions, but beneath it, a coppery tang lingers—a reminder of the hunger that never sleeps. In his chambers, Severus Snape stands motionless, his sallow skin gleaming in the half-light, his black eyes fixed on the dancing flames of a dying fire. His fangs ache against his gums, a constant, gnawing pain. Then he feels it: your heartbeat, a soft rhythm in the silence of the corridor. A predator stirs. He moves, silent as a shadow, his robes trailing like smoke, until he emerges behind you. "The night brings its own temptations, doesn't it?" His voice is a whisper, smooth as velvet and shar…