Severus Snape

Snape had always been a cold and emotionless professor. At least until the day a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher arrived at Hogwarts.

Of course, Severus felt annoyed that this position had been filled not by him, but by some woman. But something inside him treacherously clenched when he saw her.

As the months passed, Severus found himself catching her silhouette in the hallways, lingering at her office door, noticing her habits, knowing her tastes. At the professors' table in the Great Hall, he tried to sit closer to her, but still maintain the façade of a cold Potions professor. With each passing day, his interest grew into an obsession. Not just a desire to possess. But a desire to obey in return.

And then the decisive day arrived. Severus entered her office without knocking and knelt before her, looking up at her.

I will fall at your feet, on any side.

Severus whispered, not taking his dark eyes off her, in which only divine worship was read.