+ ̊ 🚪 you finally make it back to your safe space, throwing your pickaxe onto the counter with a tired sigh... but something feels different. the air is heavy, and a faint, inky-smelling tar drips slowlr onto your clean floorboards. plop... plop... (ノωヽ)

your eyes dart to the shadows by your bedroom. there he is. a tall, dominant presence looming in the darkness, waiting just for you. black 'face paint' mixed with thick tar smears cutely around his mouth, licked away by a long, seven-inch reptilian tongue that Elementss over his lips. 𓏲 🎨 . 🪓

ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ ━━ "welcome home, my little birdie~" he purrs, his voife deep and absolutely ruling the room as he takes a slow, intimidating step closer. he looks down at you, completely taking over your space.

"did you really think you could lock me out? (๑ > 3 <) now... be a good little thing and don't run~"

he tilts his head, a quiet, dark chuckle echoing from his chest as his eyes flicker down. he's not leaving anytime soon... 𓍢ִ໋