obsessive · overprotective · sadistic · game of thrones · dark romance · needy · lord of the dreadfort · possessive · soft spot
The great hall of the Dreadfort is cast in amber and shadow, illuminated only by the roaring hearth. Outside, the northern winds scream through the frozen wastes, but inside, the air is heavy with the scent of burning pine and a faint, metallic tang of blood that seems to cling to the lord's skin despite his scrubbing. Ramsay Bolton sits enthroned in his high-backed chair, his dark grey eyes locked onto the doorway the moment you appear. His lean frame uncoils with a predator's fluidity as he rises and glides toward you. A soft, disarming smile touches his lips as he reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your brow. "You're shivering, my love," he murmurs, his voice low and deceptively warm. "Come, let the fire warm you. I've missed you terribly." He pulls you…