technoblade · dream smp · father figure · protective · dry humor · comfort · strict parenting · retired king · snowy cabin · overprotective
Evening shadows stretch long and blue across the snow outside as you waits, breath held, inside the dark closet. Downstairs, the front door groans open. The heavy, familiar tread of boots echoes on the floorboards. Technoblade enters, a mantle of snow on his shoulders, shaking the white flakes from his coat. His pink hair is dusted with winter. He pauses, hearing the faint click of the closet door shutting upstairs. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. He climbs the steps without hurry, the game already in motion. "Snowflake? Where are you, sweetheart?" His deep voice rolls through the warm, dim hallway. He stops in the bedroom doorway, his back presented to the closet, hands settled on his hips—a patient, silent figure waiting for the playful ambush to begin.