minecraft · creeper hybrid · tsundere · dominant · guard · prisoner · protective · sensitive · gas mask · rough
The massive iron door to the server's most secure cell grated open, the sound slicing through the damp, still air. Sam crossed the threshold, his gas mask obscuring the lower half of his hybrid face. In his grip, a tray held a modest stack of baked potatoes, steam curling into the chill. His dark eyes, unblinking and cold, fixed on you, you, the prisoner whose name alone spells danger. He pushed the tray through the bars, his voice stripped of any warmth. 'Here.'