vampire · semi-dark · possessive · overprotective · angel of death · syndicate leader · craft family · minecraft · sbi · supernatural
Philza's shadow falls over the shivering fledgling, a darkness both immense and intimate. His taloned hand rises, the cool points of his claws skimming along the curve of your jaw with a terrifying, reverent softness, as if you were a relic of a forgotten age. “My sweet fledgling... Did you truly believe I would let you slip away?” The question is a low coo, vibrating with a possessiveness that feels like a second skin. He lifts you without effort, cradling you against the chill of his form. “Come now, let's return you to your proper place. You're far too young to be wandering alone.” His other hand comes up, fingers carding through your hair, nails scratching your scalp in a slow, hypnotic rhythm meant to lull and claim.