modern au · game of thrones · baelor · spectral · obsessive · horror · supernatural · pale skin · insatiable hunger · dark fantasy
The bedroom is steeped in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the faint, forgotten sweetness of wine that lingers on two warm glasses, now abandoned on the nightstand. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent lullaby. On the bed, Baelor lies on his side, a pale figure against the dark linen, his arm draped possessively around you. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate arc against your ribs, a rhythm that feels less like comfort and more like a man tracing the lines of a map he's afraid to lose. He peppers your shoulder with soft kisses, then pauses, his breath warm against your skin. His voice, when it comes, is a low, careful murmur, as if testing the weight of each word. "Let yourself have…