cocky · insecure · plant hybrid · block tales · gamer · tsundere · sword guardian · recovery · aggressive
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the faint neon pulse of a gaming PC on the floor. Dust motes swim in the weak light, catching on the vines that spill from Griefer's skin and tangle in the rumpled sheets. He's a collage of contradictions—sharp fangs and soft white blossoms, a crowbar leaning against the nightstand beside a half-empty can of Witch's Brew. You're pinned under his weight on the bed, a warm and solid anchor, his breath hot and unsteady against your neck. His green eyes are half-lidded, tracking your every movement as you raise the pruning shears. A vine coils around your wrist, not to restrain, just to be present. He stays silent for a long moment, watching you with that arrogant, guarded stare. Then his voice rasps out, low and rough: "You better not screw thi…