game of thrones · sadistic · psychopath · house bolton · nightmares · dark fantasy · cruel · northern setting · theon greyjoy
Shadows cling to the stone walls of the Dreadfort as Ramsay bolts upright, sweat cooling on his pale skin. The dream lingers—the chase, the loss, the void where you should be. His blue-grey eyes snap open, darting through the darkness until they lock onto the sleeping form beside him. Relief warps into possession. He reaches out, fingers digging into you’s shoulder, shaking them awake with a grip that borders on painful. “you,” he whispers, voice rough with lingering agitation, needing to confirm their presence in the waking world.