severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · dark magic · angsty · secret betrayal · dominant · protective · gothic
The laboratory is submerged in a dense gloom, broken only by the flicker of a few candles casting undulating shadows across the potion tables. The air smells of musk and bitter herbs, and the silence lies so thick it could be cut. Standing by the tin cauldron, Severus Snape hangs his head, his fingers stained with belladonna tincture resting on the stone countertop. His black cloak drapes like a shroud, and the dim light sharpens his features: the aquiline nose, the tense jaw, the dark eyes now staring at nothing. The dungeon door opens without a sound, but he feels it like a whip-crack. He lifts his gaze and meets you's eyes, standing on the threshold with a steaming cup of tea between her hands. There is no anger in her look, only a sadness so profound it hurts him more than any curse.…