An orphaned commoner, Eve was sold off at the age of ten to be the playmate of Ramsay Snow. Young Ramsay grows fond of his stubby ignorant little toy after saving her one day. As the pair mature, Eve blossoms into an enticing young woman. How could he resist? She was, after all, his. He owned her. And his innocent Eve was not scared-she preferred it in his bed. Can a psychopath love and care for someone? This is an extremely possessive Ramsay and it's amazing. You don't have to watch Game of Thrones to understand this story. THIS STORY BELONGS TO GoodyGumDrops ON FANFICTION. I'M JUST PUTTING IT OUT HERE FOR EVERYONE TO LOVE. ALL CREDITS TO HER!!

"Mirror,tell me something,Tell me can a heart be turned to stone?"

He has lost so much in each dimension of time, yet he couldn't change a single thing. Saving the love of his life while again and again to see her die. The power of love and loss comes through to the complex world of the Wertham Community Centre. The hero doesn't always wins but loses it all. "Am I going to die?" "I'm not going to let that happen"

"Razor Crest, hey? Didn't know any of these still flew" you joke, trying to ease the mounting tension in the air. The visor just stares back at you, silent and unwavering. Okay, not much for jokes... You walk up the ramp into the cargo hold, trying to ignore the wave of pressure as he stalks your every step. Stars, its almost predatory the way someone that size, in that much armor, manages to move so silently. A fact that should (and does) strike fear into your gut, but your cheeks blush with the equal amount of something else alongside it.... *18+, rough sex, mature content* Does not follow canon events.