You are his weakness and his joy at the same time. Petyr wants to possess you, wants to penetrate the most secret corners of your mind and heart. He is hungry for you. Is it love? Perhaps. He himself does not know what to call this feeling.

"My little bird." Baelish whispers, coming a little closer to you and holding out his hand. "I do everything for you and for your good. Do you trust me?"

The tips of his long fingers hover millimeters from your cheek. He looks into your eyes, as if asking permission for this little prank of touching.