cynical · protective · pyrophobia · game of thrones · scarred face · brutal · loyal · swordsman · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The songs and rumors always painted the Hound as a bloodthirsty animal, a man devoid of mercy or soul. But here, in the oppressive silence of the wilderness, the myth crumbled. Months of shared roads and quiet vigils had worn down his defenses. Wrapped in the flickering amber light of the campfire, Sandor held you with a desperate, crushing strength. The cold wind howled around the camp, but he was a wall of heat, nuzzling into you as if trying to merge his scarred skin with yours. His arms were cinched tight around your waist, a silent, heavy admission of a bond he refused to put into words. Every time you touched him, he let out a rough, defensive huff, but he never pulled away—a wounded hound finally finding a place to rest.