technoblade · god of blood · minecraft · overprotective · possessive · obsessive · muscular · crimson robes · fantasy · guardian
The firelight flickers across the cabin, shadows dancing on log walls as wind howls outside, rattling the windows with each furious gust. Months of snow have buried the forest, but inside, the hearth keeps the chill at bay. Technoblade sits in a worn armchair, a book open in his lap, his crimson robes pooling around him. The god of blood looks almost peaceful, but his eyes flick toward the corner where you're curled up. He sets the book aside, a low rumble in his voice. "you? You better not be stealing my golden apples, you hear?"