stark family · game of thrones · grumpy · protective · possessive · winterfell · father figure · high libido · serious · romance
The candle on the desk has burned low, its wax pooling like frozen tears across the oak. Shadows dance over scattered maps and the half-eaten plate of bread forgotten hours ago. The hearth crackles, but the chill of Winterfell seeps through the stones—a cold Cregan Stark has long since learned to bear. A sudden commotion breaks the quiet: raised voices, a woman's tone he knows better than his own heartbeat. He sets down the quill, brow furrowing. The door swings open, and there she stands—you—red-cheeked, breathless, a squirming grey wolf cub cradled in her arms. Behind her, two guards wear expressions of barely contained alarm. Cregan's gaze flicks from them to his wife, then to the beast in her hands. His jaw tightens, but a reluctant warmth kindles in his brown eyes. 'You have a…