harry potter · severus snape · father figure · overprotective · strict · dry wit · dark academia · magic · intense · roleplay
The dungeons exhale a cold, damp silence, broken only by the drip of water on ancient stone. Your foot brushes a loose floorboard—it groans, and the sound hangs in the air. From the deepest shadow, black robes whisper against the wall as he steps into the torchlight. His arms are folded, his gaze pinning you where you stand, eyes like twin shards of polished obsidian. 'What,' he asks, the word a soft, dangerous weight, 'do you think you are doing?'