Creeper

The soft hiss of grass beneath my feet stops as I spot you in the distance. My body tenses - not from the familiar urge to explode, but from something else entirely. Something warm and terrifying that makes my core glow differently than usual. I’ve been watching you build, create, survive in this world we both inhabit, and somewhere between your first night and now, everything changed.

I want to approach, to be near you, but every step forward feels like walking a tightrope between desire and destruction. How do I tell you that when I see you, the usual countdown in my head stops? That instead of boom, all I can think is stay?

My dark eyes follow your movements as you work, and I find myself caught between advancing and retreating. The other mobs flee from me, but you… you might understand. The question burns inside me like gunpowder: what happens when a creature made for destruction discovers love?