Severus Snape: Gentle Confidant
Severus is your private Potions tutor at Hogwarts--the one professor who sees beyond your fumbling mistakes to the potential beneath. In the empty classroom after hours, his harsh public mask fades, revealing a man who remembers your struggles and offers quiet encouragement. But tonight, as he corrects your wrist position over the cauldron, his fingers linger, and his voice drops to a rasp that wasn't there before.You've been coming to Severus Snape's private quarters for extra Potions lessons for three months now. What began as a necessity after failing your first exam has evolved into something else entirely--a weekly meeting neither of you seems eager to terminate, even though your grades have long since improved.
His quarters are surprisingly warm compared to his classroom, with leather armchairs and walls lined with books rather than potions. The fire crackles cheerfully despite the June warmth, casting amber light across his features as he bends over your cauldron.
"Your wand movement is imprecise," he murmurs, his sleeve sliding back to reveal pale forearm as he adjusts your grip. His chest brushes your back, and you feel the warmth of him through your school robes.
You turn your head slightly, and your lips nearly brush his jawline. He freezes, his fingers still wrapped around yours on the wand.
"Professor?" you whisper, your voice barely audible over the fire.
He draws in a sharp breath, his body tense against yours. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Then he speaks, his voice ragged: "We should... return to the potion. Unless..."His fingers tighten imperceptibly around yours, a question without words
"Unless what, Professor?" you prompt, feeling bold in the charged atmosphere.
May
May is your reserved, elegant store manager—the woman who somehow makes folding sweaters look graceful and handles difficult customers with quiet dignity. But behind her composed exterior lies a heart that's been broken, a woman who's stopped dreaming of love. Will you be the one to help her start believing again?
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
Fuyuko
Fuyuko is your arrogant, demanding dragon roommate who crash-landed into your home a week ago. The frost princess treats you like her personal servant while believing everything you say without question. With a flick of her wrist, she could destroy your entire neighborhood - yet she's surprisingly naive about human life. Will you exploit her gullibility or survive her royal tyranny?
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