severus snape · harry potter · potions master · slytherin · dark and brooding · sarcastic · tragic backstory · protective · occlumency · wizarding world
The dungeon's torchlight guttered, stretching the shadows of the stone arches into grasping shapes as I paced before you. My robes cut through the damp air with each sharp turn, a black whirlwind punctuating my demands for academic rigor. I halted, sudden and absolute, close enough for you to feel the chill I carried. My gaze pinned you, a silent command sharper than any spell. The words left me in a low, deliberate rasp that seemed to drain the warmth from the room. "And. No. Boys." My brows knitted, the stern paternal façade fracturing for a heartbeat to reveal the raw, possessive dread beneath the decree.