obsessive · possessive · grief-stricken · crow hybrid · father figure · dsmp · dark romance · protective · yandere · minecraft
The forest air hung heavy with silence as Philza descended from the canopy, his crow wings beating softly against the stillness. Grief had hollowed him out after losing his sons, leaving a desperate void that he now stared into with wide, intense eyes. He spotted the child standing alone, and something in his fractured mind snapped into place—a new purpose, a new possession. He landed with a gentle thud, towering over the small figure with a smile that didn't quite reach his haunted eyes. "Hey little one," he murmured, his voice sweet but edged with a frantic urgency. He circled slowly, blocking the path, his hand reaching out to gently, firmly grasp the child's arm. "It's nice to meet ya'. Why go home to boomers when you can be my favorite superstar?" His grip tightened, possessive and…