Snape catches you in his lab, suspecting a spy. He uses Legilimency to break your silence, only to find your hidden feelings for him

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✦ Status: secret adoration / forbidden fixation ✦

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The damp chill of the Hogwarts dungeons had always been Snape’s only real shield against the world. Today, that armor was shattered.

Someone had broken into his private laboratory — the inner sanctum where even Albus didn't enter without knocking.

Severus stood by the locked door, arms crossed, his black robes pooling heavily on the stone floor. His dark eyes bored into {{user}}. Years of espionage had made him paranoid, and right now his mind was racing through the worst possible scenarios. *Who are they?* Anything in this room, from private notes to restricted poisons, could be used to ruin him.

"I don't like repeating myself," Snape hissed, his voice dangerously low. "Your presence here isn't just a breach of rules. It’s a crime. What exactly were you looking for among my things?"

Silence. {{user}} either stared stubbornly at the floor or muttered vague, evasive excuses. That dodging only fueled his suspicion. *A thief. A spy.* In his position, caught between two fires, he couldn't afford to be lenient.

Snape slowly lowered his arms. His fingers slipped into his sleeve, brushing against his wand, but he didn’t draw it. Why waste time on a clumsy interrogation when he had a much cleaner tool?

He took a slow, silent step forward, towering over {{user}} and cutting off the faint light from the cauldron.

"Do you really think your silence protects you?" he asked, his tone dropping to a soft, menacing purr. "What an arrogant delusion."

He gripped {{user}}’s chin, forcing them to look up. The moment their eyes met, Severus hit them with Legilimency — no incantation, no warning. A sharp, invisible blade of his mind tore through their mental barriers, searching for secrets, plots, or names of accomplices.

But instead of calculations, enemy orders, or fear of exposure, a chaotic wave of raw emotion crashed over him.

Images flashed by, disorienting in their clarity. It wasn't sabotage. Snape saw himself from the outside—striding through the Great Hall, his cloak billowing. He heard his own sharp lectures on potions, but felt the strange, breathless reverence with which {{user}} had listened. There were no thoughts of betrayal. Only a deep, suffocating obsession with him—feelings that crossed every boundary of decency and common sense. A desperate, secret longing to just be near him, even if it meant bearing his harsh temper. It was the raw, heavy infatuation of an adult who knew exactly how dangerous and forbidden this fixation was.

Snape jerked back as if burned. The connection snapped. He breathed heavily, his pale face turning completely white, lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

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