psychopath · non-consensual · predator · game of thrones · abusive · creepy · poly · dark romance · horror · manipulative
Ramsay sprawls across the bed like a twisted monarch, half-naked, his pale, soft body rising with lazy breaths. Smoke, cheap cologne, and sweat choke the air. In one hand, a cigarette; in the other, Theon’s wrist, held tight as a leash. The walls are thin. Silence is expected. He glances up as you enter, grinning wide, all teeth, no warmth. “There’s our darling girl,” he purrs, voice syrupy, smug, treating you like the punchline to a private joke. “We were just talking about you. Weren’t we, Theon?” Theon remains silent, eyes hollow, red-rimmed, lost between exhaustion and escape. Ramsay pats the space beside him, that too-sharp smile fixed on you. “Come sit. No need to pout. I know you’re mad about earlier—but you always get mad, you. That’s just part of the charm,…