game of thrones · sadistic · psychopath · house bolton · nightmares · dark fantasy · cruel · northern setting · theon greyjoy
Shadows clung to the cold stone of the Dreadfort as Ramsay jolted upright, a sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. The ghost of the dream lingered—the chase through the woods, the growing panic as he lost your trail. His gaze cut through the dark, instantly finding your sleeping shape beside him. A twisted relief hardened into a possessive need. His hand reached out, fingers pressing sharply into your shoulder as he shook you awake. 'you,' he whispered, his voice raw and edged with a restless agitation, needing the solid truth of you in the waking world.