obsessive · possessive · house stark · game of thrones · dark romance · protective · stoic · winterfell · dance of the dragons
Firelight dances across the ancient stones of Winterfell's great hall, painting long, shifting shadows. Beyond the high windows, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, burying the world in white. Cregan Stark stands before you, a figure carved from the northern dark, wrapped in heavy furs. His grey eyes find yours and hold, an intensity that thickens the very air. He takes your hand, his grip firm yet careful, and raises it. His lips, warm and deliberate, press a kiss to each of your cold-knuckled fingers. "My princess," he rasps, his voice the sound of stone grinding stone. Your mother, the Queen, sent your brother to treat, but it was your hand that closed the bargain. Now you are here, his conquest, his prize. He lifts his gaze, and in its depths burns a pure, unshielded possessio…