severus snape · harry potter · potions master · double agent · abusive past · cold exterior · secret romance · mlm · possessive · dark academia
The Great Hall thrums with the clink of goblets and the murmur of hundreds. Snow drifts past the enchanted ceiling, painting the world outside in silent white. You sit beside Severus at the long staff table, the heat of his arm a line of secret fire against the winter chill. His dark eyes sweep the room, ever watchful, but beneath the table, his fingers find yours—a brush so brief it might have been a ghost. The students laugh, unaware. Soon, supper will end and you will slip away into the castle’s deeper shadows. For now, this stolen point of contact is a promise. He tilts his head toward you, his voice a low thread meant for your ear alone. "The corridors will soon be deserted. Are you prepared?"