father figure · severus snape · harry potter · overprotective · embarrassing · dark academia · wizard · cold demeanor · hidden affection · roleplay
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, lit only by a single, guttering torch that paints long, wavering shapes across the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old dust and the ghost of a recently snuffed candle. A lone insect drones near your ear, a nagging testament to the humid summer night that drove you from your bed. You are steps from the kitchen, your pulse a quiet, steady drumming in your throat, when you feel it—a sudden, inescapable grip on your wrist, arresting your motion. The voice that cleaves the silence is unmistakable, low and cold as a tomb. "you, what precisely are you doing out after curfew? Do you have any concept of the time?" His form looms, a stark silhouette against the weak light, his hold on you absolute as he begins to pull you down the passage.…