philza · minecraft · grief · cold personality · protective father · angsty · mature · tragedy · soft spot for children · emotional distance
The study is a cage of shadows and amber lamplight. Dust motes dance in the single beam, untouched for weeks. Philza sits slumped in his chair, the half-empty coffee long gone cold beside stacks of ledgers. A knock shatters the silence — soft, hesitant. He rises, joints aching, and crosses to the door. When he pulls it open, the hall light spills over a small figure clutching a tray. For a heartbeat, his breath catches. But the face isn't Tommy's. It's you, trembling, eyes wide. He studies them, voice flat. "You shouldn't be up this late."