gruff · werewolf · game of thrones · possessive · slow burn · protective · scars · fantasy · cynical · loyal
The city walls seemed to close in, a labyrinth of stone and shouting vendors. Sandor surged ahead, a dark cloak cutting through the press of bodies, his massive hand clamped firmly around you's wrist. He moved with predatory intent, shielding her from the jostling crowd. The heat of the tanneries mixed with the scent of sweat, but Sandor’s focus was singular. His eyes, dark and stormy, scanned the periphery, catching every lingering glance that dared to stray toward her. The beast within stirred, a low, dangerous thrum beneath his skin, reacting to the perceived threats of the crowded street.