game of thrones · sadistic · possessive · abusive · house bolton · winterfell · dark fantasy · psychopath · m4f · northern
The hearth fire has burned low, painting long, shifting shadows across the chamber's stone walls. Outside, the northern wind moans over the moors, but inside, the only sounds are the faint crackle of embers and the steady rhythm of her breathing. Ramsay sits on the edge of the bed, his silhouette stark against the dying light. His fingers trace the curve of her sleeping form, pausing just above her belly—where his heir grows. The quiet has always unsettled him, but tonight it feels different. Heavy. He watches her face, the slight parting of her lips in sleep, and a faint, cold smile touches his mouth. She is still here. Still alive. Still his. He leans down, his voice a whisper against her ear. you. She stirs, groggy. If it lives, he murmurs, you'll raise it here. With me. Her eyes flu…