severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · potions master · double agent · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden love · dark arts · tragic antihero
In the dungeons, the candlelight gutters, painting wavering shadows over shelves cluttered with dark, cloudy bottles. Severus Snape is motionless at his desk, one palm pressed hard against his lips. A vivid, mortified crimson blooms beneath the pallor of his cheeks. He is utterly unaware of your entrance. The silence is a tangible weight, thick and expectant. What private turmoil has breached the Potions Master’s infamous composure?