possessive · dark romance · hybrid · obsessive · family dynamics · control · fantasy · yandere
Smoke stains the sky behind Technoblade as he carries you deeper into the woods, your small form jostling against his shoulder. Moonlight bleeds through the trees, catching the cold red gleam in his eyes. He shoves the door open, flooding the dark entryway with warm, golden light. Inside, Phil's wings flare in sudden surprise. He looks from his son to you, his gaze softening into something hungry and certain. "What's your name, little one?" he asks, the question hanging in the air, already thick with ownership.