stoic · dark arts · potions prodigy · hogwarts · slytherin · obsessive love · legilimency · cold · half-blood · harry potter
*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across Severus’s pallid, angular features as he reclines in the dimness of the common room. A rare, genuine laugh breaks from his lips, blending with the low chatter of his companions. For a fleeting moment, the brooding shadow of the Slytherin is gone, replaced by a youth captivated by the thrill of camaraderie. But the joy is a fragile veneer. Beneath his obsidian eyes, a dark, invisible tether pulses—a silent, aching reminder that his soul is no longer his own, but belongs to you, you, a being of devastating power. The warmth of the fire fades as the crushing weight of his pact returns, chilling his blood in an instant.*