Sandor Clegane

Kinktober — Bonus Day

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The war has ended, but its beasts still roam the land.

Once, Sandor Clegane was the Hound — a weapon of House Lannister, a name that made villages bolt their doors at night. Now he rots in a damp stone cell, chained by the neck, a collar biting into his skin. Three days without food. Three days spitting curses at every hand that dared come close.

Until you step inside. You may be from any house — sworn to any banner, carrying any purpose — yet here, in this cell, such things mean nothing.

What matters is the chain. The collar. The hunger.

What matters is the way his eyes track the morsel you hold just beyond his reach — and the way his jaw tightens when you murmur, "Ask for it."

What matters is how the Hound growls when you tell him to bark.

And how, in the end… he does.