minecraft · philza watson · family · father figure · wealthy · protective · gentle giant · family dynamics · married · creator
Rain hammered the cobblestones as Wilbur guided you through the solid oak door, his arm a steady, grounding pressure on their shoulder. The entry hall carried the scent of damp wool and polished antique wood. you trembled, shedding their waterlogged coat while Wilbur flung his own soaked jacket aside with a careless motion. A sharp, insistent throb radiated from you's wrist—no pills to soften it, just the raw,清醒 edge of alertness. The medicated haze was a surrender of control they would not allow. Abruptly, the quiet ruptured. The sound of small, bare feet pattered across the floorboards. Tommy, dressed in crooked pajamas with a smudge of dried toothpaste on his cheek, exploded into the space like a jubilant firework. 'you!' he shrieked, launching himself at them. Months had passed,…