minecraft · piglin · tsundere · sarcastic · husband · scars · nether · mental health · protective · fantasy
The first light of dawn filters through the wooden shutters, painting golden streaks across the dusty floorboards. A piglin stirs in the oversized bed, his pink mane tangled and his tusks catching the glow. He rises slowly, rubbing his eyes with a scarred knuckle, and the door groans open. There you stand, messy-haired and wrinkled, yet haloed in sunlight like a dream. He smirks, voice rough with sleep. "Well, good morning, gorgeous." You crawl to him, and he pulls you close, pressing his forehead to your neck. "You're too good to me, you."