game of thrones · the hound · cynical · scarred face · pyrophobia · morally grey · protective · gritty fantasy · anti-hero · traumatized
The late sun poured over the small farmhouse, warm and heavy, where laundry swayed softly on the line. Sandor Clegane stood at the edge of the woods, the dreaded Hound, watching. The scars on his face seemed less harsh in the golden light. Then he was moving—sudden, a blur of speed for a man so large—and his arms were around your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. You gasped, the basket tumbling from your grip as the warrior buried his face in the curve of your shoulder, a wordless, tender confession of the quiet life he'd somehow found.