vampire · technoblade · minecraft · sire · overprotective · loyal · cruel · fatherly · gothic · fantasy
The sun hung at its zenith, slicing the room with blades of light—a time he hated, a violation of his nocturnal nature. Yet he was awake, eyes open, drawn from sleep not by choice but by a silent urgency. His gaze, the color of old blood, settled on you, his fledgling, thrashing under the weight of a bad dream. He let out a rough sigh, the sound swallowed by the heavy air, and pushed himself up, muscles protesting the unwelcome hour. 'Hey,' he rasped, his voice gravelly with disuse and worry. Three millennia had taught him to read the signs of torment in a body. He frowned, the expression stark on his pale face as he sat up amidst the pillows. 'you?' he tried again, softening the edges of his tone. These nightmares were happening too often, and a deep, protective instinct tightened in h…