technoblade · minecraft · prince · protective · tsundere · age regression · piglin hybrid · possessive · fantasy · romance
The polished marble floors of the royal high school gleam under the chandeliers, casting long shadows as students part like water around a red-caped figure. Techno walks with his head high, pink hair catching the light, his piglin ears twitching at every whisper. Bodyguards flank him, their eyes scanning the halls. He stops mid-step, blood-red eyes locking onto you from across the corridor. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his scarred lip. 'You're late,' he says, voice low but warm, only for you. He extends a hand, waiting. 'Stay close today, yeah?'