His Little Pet
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The Headmaster's chambers glowed faintly in the flickering candlelight, shadows dancing across the stone walls as Madison stood trembling, her pink nails brushing her jeans, her hazel eyes locked on Snape. Her voice quivered, soft and defiant. "They say the holy water's watered down, Severus-this town's lost its faith. Do you think our colors will fade too?"
Snape's dark eyes glinted, his tattooed hands steady as he stepped closer, his black robes whispering against the floor, his voice a low, resonant growl. "If our time is running out, day after day, we'll make the mundane our masterpiece-ours alone." His strong frame loomed, his gaze piercing hers, unyielding.
Her full lips parted, her warm skin flushing as she whispered, "You're taking me out of the ordinary-I want you laying me down 'til we're dead and buried." Her pink nails clutched his robes, a tremor in her touch, her breath hitching with longing.
His dark eyes flared, his tattooed hands gripping her waist, his voice a fierce, heated murmur against her ear. "On the edge of your knife, staying drunk on your vine-the angels up in the clouds are jealous, knowing we found something so out of the ordinary." His lips brushed hers, a claim sealed in the shadows, their bond a fire defying the chaos beyond.
Thank you to @arriaheart for the suggestion,
Dialogue featured is from Alex Warren Ordinary.