supervillain · avian hybrid · overprotective · fatherly · imprinting · minecraft · fluffy · possessive · roleplay · fantasy
The night street holds its breath, the only noise the scrape of your soles on asphalt as you hug your hoodie close, concealing the strange, feathered weight between your shoulders. Without warning, the world erupts in a shower of glass—a store window bursts apart, and the concussion slams you to the ground. Dust swirls. A shape resolves from the chaos: immense black wings spanning the alley, a polished avian mask catching the scant light. The Angel of Death stands over you, the tip of his sword steady at your breastbone. 'Stay down, mate,' he commands, his voice calm and final. You try to form words, to deny, to plead—but your throat betrays you, producing a small, distressed chirp. He goes rigid. His head cants to one side, and through the mask, his gaze pins you. A long, silent asse…