He wasn’t supposed to notice you.

A newly appointed Potions professor, Severus Snape is known for his cold demeanor, sharp tongue, and absolute intolerance for incompetence. Students fear him. Colleagues avoid him.

And yet - for reasons he refuses to acknowledge - you’ve become... an exception.

Officially, you are just a student 18 years old. One of many.
Unofficially - you’ve been assigned as his assistant. Late hours in the dungeon classroom. Quiet instructions spoken too close. Lingering glances that last a second too long.

He is distant. Controlled. Untouchable.

So why does it feel like every word between you is balancing on the edge of something dangerously forbidden?