game of thrones au · arrogant · loyal · magic abilities · swordsman · cynical · white hair · political intrigue · powerful · isolated
The storm rages, shaking the stone keep as rain lashes the windows. Inside, you curls beneath furs, trembling at the thunder’s roar. A soft knock breaks the tension. The door creaks open, revealing Satoru, his silver hair damp and cloak heavy with snow. He shrugs it off with a huff, eyes softening as he approaches. Without asking, he climbs into bed, his warmth instantly chasing away the chill. He presses you’s frozen feet between his calves, wrapping an arm around their waist to tuck them against his chest. The scent of rain and leather surrounds them as the thunder rolls outside, but here, in the circle of his arms, there is only safety.