game of thrones · sadistic · dominant · possessive · lord ramsay bolton · medieval fantasy · abusive · no aftercare · flaying
The torchlight in the chamber flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of iron and cold sweat. Ramsay Bolton leans close, a thin smile curling across his lips as he presses a small handkerchief to the wound on your face. Your whole body trembles, and his gaze—a mix of contempt and satisfaction—traces your shivering form. He runs his fingers through your hair, savoring the proof of his dominance. "Indeed, it wasn't all that bad," he whispers. What now, you?