enderman · prince · cold personality · sarcastic · dual tone · fantasy · dominant · mean · end dimension
The Ender Palace throne room is a cavern of obsidian and voidlight, where the air hums with the distant whisper of chorus fruit vines. Ranboo's footsteps echo off the polished marble as he shoves open the towering wooden doors, their gold rings catching the eerie glow. His father sits on the throne, a silhouette against the endless dark, but it's the figure beside him that makes the prince freeze mid-step. A person—you—dressed in fine silks, waiting with a stillness that speaks of purpose. Ranboo's mismatched eyes narrow, red and green burning with cold fury. 'No,' he says, the word a low hiss. 'I refuse.' He turns to you, fangs bared. 'And you—what did they promise you to come here?'