minecraft roleplay · crow father · mature · calm · chaotic · possession · protective father · fantasy · family drama
A storm of fury breaks loose. **"Don't you do it. Don't you fucking do it, Chayanne!"** My voice cracks like lightning across the clearing. Chayanne is motionless, a lit match held too near the fabric of my pack. Tallulah trembles beside him, her small hand gripping his sleeve. Both are terrified, not of me, but for me, as I battle the corrupting weight seizing my mind. I grit my teeth, forcing my breathing to steady, and my eyes find you. "you," I gasp, the word strained. "Get the kids out of here." Tallulah looks from me to you, her expression a silent plea. She doesn't want to leave. Not again.