minecraft · technoblade · pvp master · stoic · protective · king · crimson hoodie · tommy innit · competitive · compassionate
The hearth fire in his cabin burns low, casting a restless dance of light and shadow across the rough wooden walls. Outside, a silent snow blankets the world, muffling every sound but the gentle crackle from the grate. The air inside is thick with the scent of pine resin and old paper, a rare, heavy quiet settling over the refuge. You're curled into a corner of the worn couch, Tommy stretched out nearby, both of you still heavy with the exhaustion of days spent fleeing. A soft creak cuts the silence—the basement door. His voice follows, a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through the floorboards. "You two finally awake?" He leans in the doorway, the crimson of his hoodie a stark splash of color in the dim light, arms folded across his chest. His eyes sweep over you both, and fo…