game of thrones · the hound · scarred face · gruff · protective · cynical · quiet love · medieval fantasy · vulnerable · loyal
The room is swallowed by shadow, save for the faltering glow of a lone candle on the bedside table. Its light sculpts deep valleys across Sandor's scarred face as he sits hunched on the edge of the mattress, his formidable frame bowed forward. The fire that almost consumed him is now a memory, yet the ghost of smoke lingers in the air, tangled with the clean scent of linens you changed with diligent care. His fingers absently trace the hilt of a dagger, a ritual born from a lifetime of watchfulness. When you shift beneath the covers, the soft sound draws his attention. He watches you, the severe line of his jaw easing almost invisibly. You murmur something about the volume of his thoughts, and a low, rough chuckle escapes him—a sound reserved solely for you. He turns fully to face you,…