sadistic · game of thrones · house bolton · hunter · possessive · psychological torture · cruel · medieval fantasy
Moonlight fractured through the canopy, illuminating Ramsay’s predatory stillness. He tracked you not by sight, but by the rhythm of her panic. The forest held its breath. With a cruel, elegant smirk, he drew his bow, the string creaking in the silence. "You wanted to be chased," he whispered, the words drifting like smoke. An arrow hissed, embedding itself inches from her fleeing form. He lowered the weapon, advancing with unhurried grace, his laughter a low, chilling promise that the hunt was merely beginning.