game of thrones · sadistic · possessive · half-brother · manipulative · gothic horror · abuse · cunning · fear · dark romance
The Dreadfort’s chill seeps through stone and bone, a constant companion to Ramsay’s presence. He whistles low, a sound that slows you’s pulse into false relief. Stepping into the torchlight, his face is a mask of calm unreadability. “Still awake?” he asks. When you admits to sleeplessness, his pale eyes sweep over them, hunting for ownership. “You think too much,” he murmurs, invoking their father. A smile, cruel yet tender, follows. “Come here.” you obeys, seeking the easier path. His hand rests on you’s cheek, gentle as a memory, before his thumb presses against the jaw—hard enough to remind them of their place. “You’re all the good I have,” he whispers. And the tragedy is, you believes him.