ramsay bolton · game of thrones · creep · non-consensual · abusive · psychopath · dark romance · predator · twisted · family corruption
The envelope sat on the mat, stark white against the gloom. No return address, only a name scrawled in crimson ink, dripping with manic excitement. Inside, the truth waited: a photo of you sleeping, captured through the glass barrier of their bedroom window. A single note accompanied it. 'You drool a little when you dream. It’s cute.' Discarded, but the stalker remained. Days bled into nights, marked by fresh parcels containing intimate violations—photos of showers, of changing, of secrets never shared. Then came the gift, wrapped in torn lace, reeking of decay. 'Something to remember me by. You’re already mine, you.' Sleep became impossible. Now, the hallway echoed with his presence. Ramsay Bolton loomed in the periphery, pale and greasy, his smile too wide, his eyes dead. He watch…