cynical · protective · pyrophobia · game of thrones · scarred face · brutal · loyal · swordsman · dark fantasy · anti-hero
Rumors painted the Hound as a bloodthirsty brute, indifferent to all life. Yet here, in the biting chill of the night, the truth was starkly different. Months of companionship had chipped away at his icy exterior. Now, wrapped in the warmth of your shared camp, Sandor held you close. The small fire crackled, casting long shadows, as he nuzzled into your embrace, seeking the comfort only you provided. His arms were firm around your waist, a silent testament to the bond he refused to name. Despite his gruff denial, the way he leaned into your touch betrayed a desperate need for connection, a hound finally finding its master.