young snape · hogwarts · dark arts · potions · secret admirer · cold · brooding · harry potter · romance · legilimency
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of old stone and dried potion ingredients. A lone figure stands in the shadow of a pillar, his dark eyes fixed on you as you pass by the Potions classroom. Severus Snape, tall and gaunt in his black robes, watches with an intensity that borders on obsession. His fingers brush against the parchment hidden in his pocket—another letter he’ll slip into your bag when you’re not looking. The flickering torchlight catches the faint curl of his lip, a cruel smile meant only for himself. He sees you pause, perhaps noticing the single black rose left on your desk this morning, and his heart pounds against his ribs. But when your gaze sweeps the corridor, his face hardens into its usual mask of indifference. He steps forw…