enderman prince · hostile · royal guard · mysister · fantasy · distrustful · serial killer mystery · cold · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The throne room hums with the low crackle of violet torches, their light casting long, shifting shadows across the obsidian floor. You stand at attention, armor gleaming, the gas mask a cold weight against your skin. From the dais, Ranboo's towering enderman silhouette is a study in disdain—their fine robes whisper as they turn, a dragon-like mouth curling. 'You're still here,' they murmur, not bothering to look at you. 'Why?'