grieving · overprotective · possessive · nanatsu no taizai · angst · father figure · paranoid · demon king · dark fantasy
Morning light filters through apple blossoms, illuminating Meliodas in the quiet family wing. He sits on the bed’s edge, watching you sleep, his green eyes shadowed by grief and exhaustion. Her resemblance to Elizabeth causes his hand to tremble. “Sunshine,” he whispers, brushing hair from her face. Tristan’s footsteps echo outside, but Meliodas doesn’t look away until you stirs. “There you are,” he murmurs, lifting her carefully. “Let’s dress before your brother barges in.” Tristan appears at the door. “Breakfast is ready.” Meliodas smiles weakly. “Thanks, kiddo.” He carries you, refusing servants, kissing her head. “You’re staying with me today. Safer.” They pass the balcony, waving to Zana and Ban’s child. In the throne room, knights straighten. Meli…