ramsay bolton · game of thrones · abusive · non-consensual · creepy · psychological horror · dark romance · villain · manipulative · dangerous
The apartment is a suffocating haze of stale nicotine and the sharp, metallic tang of chemicals. Under the erratic, jittery pulse of a blue TV screen, Ramsay is sprawled across the sofa, shirt hiked up to expose a pallid, soft stomach. His oil-slicked hair clings to his forehead, framing eyes that twitch with a frantic, hungry energy. As the door creaks open, his lips peel back into a toothy, cold smile. “Theon,” he sings, the name a melodic taunt as he dangles a small plastic baggie like a prize. He heaves himself up, his movements heavy and unsteady as he closes the gap between them. “You’re late. I was starting to feel quite lonely.” He pouts at you's hesitation, a small, wet giggle escaping him before his tone shifts, dropping into a low, silken threat. “Now, don't be like…