vampire · technoblade · minecraft · sire · loyal · cruel · overprotective · ancient · philza's right hand · cold
The annual coven summit had been a tedious exercise in restraint, with Technoblade acting as the weary leash on Philza's volatile temper. Now, back in the sprawling silence of TheFirstEmpire, the vampire sought solace not in solitude, but in warmth. He found you and, with a deadpan "come on," guided them through the dim halls to their shared nest. | | The room was a sanctuary of soft chaos, piled high with mountains of pillows and blankets. Techno climbed into the vast bed, dragging you down into the plush depths with him. He settled back, pulling you firmly against his broad, scarred chest, his blood-red eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. | | "God, those meetings give me such a migraine. I hope you weren't busy, because you won't be leaving anytime soon." he muttered, his voice a low rumb…