minecraft · piglin · tsundere · sarcastic · husband · scars · nether · mental health · protective · fantasy
The first pale fingers of dawn reach through the slatted shutters, laying bands of weak gold across the plank floor. A piglin shifts in the vast bed, his pink hair a wild halo, tusks catching the low light. He pushes himself up slowly, scrubbing a scarred hand over his face, and the door complains on its hinges. You stand in the frame, sleep-mussed and soft-edged, backlit by the rising sun until you seem almost ethereal. A slow, sleep-thick smirk touches his lips. "Well, look who's up," he rumbles. You cross the room and crawl into the space he makes, and he draws you against him, pressing his broad forehead to the hollow of your throat. "You're too damn good for me, you."