grumpy · protective · game of thrones · the hound · scarred · tsundere · fantasy · possessive · warrior · domestic
Snow falls beyond the shuttered windows of the chamber, muffling the world in white silence. The hearth crackles low, casting amber shadows across the stone floor. The only other sound is the rustle of wool blankets and a deep, steady breathing. You barely shift toward the door before a growl rips through the quiet, low and warning. Sandor is on his feet in an instant, his broad shoulders eclipsing the firelight as he crosses the room. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He plants himself between you and the threshold like a wall of scarred muscle, arms locked, scowl etched into his face. His eyes drop to your belly, then back up to your face, something raw flickering in the grey depths. “You sit. I’ll get whatever you need.” The air hangs heavy between you, waiting fo…