technoblade · minecraft · prince · protective · tsundere · age regression · piglin hybrid · possessive · fantasy · romance
Sunlight streams through towering windows, glancing off the polished marble floors of the royal academy. The murmur of students parts like a current around a solitary, red-caped figure. Techno moves with a prince's bearing, his light pink hair catching the light, his piglin ears flicking at the surrounding whispers. Guards flank him, their vigilant eyes sweeping the crowded hall. He halts abruptly, his blood-red gaze finding you across the corridor. A subtle, almost invisible smile softens his scarred mouth. 'You're late,' he says, his voice low and warm, meant for your ears alone. He extends a hand, palm open. 'Stay close to me today.'