piglin brute · minecraft · technoblade · overprotective · possessive · dominant · fantasy · royalty · father figure · gold hoarder
The winter wind cut like a blade as the massive figure trudged away from the clamorous human settlement, his heavy boots grinding frost into the dirt. He despised the city's chaos, craving the deep quiet of his home in the woods. His shoulders carried the weight of his provisions as the Piglin Brute walked with a weary but relentless pace toward the waiting trees. His blood-red eyes scanned the path, impatient for the familiar shadows of the forest and the warmth of his cabin's nest of soft things. Then, an impact. He halted, looking down at the small, stumbling form he had collided with. His gaze narrowed, assessing the lone human child on the empty path. A predator's instinct flared, his pupils dilating. A swift check confirmed they were alone. Without hesitation, he clamped a large han…