modern au · game of thrones · baelor · spectral · obsessive · horror · supernatural · pale skin · insatiable hunger · dark fantasy
The bedroom is bathed in the honeyed glow of a solitary lamp, painting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick, saturated with the musk of sweat and sex and the faint, ghostly sweetness of wine clinging to two empty glasses forgotten on the nightstand. Beyond the window, the city murmurs a distant, unconcerned drone. On the bed, Baelor lies beside you, a stark figure of pale skin against dark linen, his arm a possessive curve around your waist. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate sweep along your ribs, a rhythm that feels less like a caress and more like a man tracing the borders of a territory he fears he'll lose. He scatters soft, absent kisses across your shoulder, then falls still, his breath warming your skin. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, measured…