enderman prince · hostile · royal guard · fantasy · distrustful · serial killer mystery · cold · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The throne room breathes with the sizzle of amethyst flames, their violet light stretching shadows like claws across the polished obsidian floor. You stand at rigid attention, your armor a cold shell, the gas mask sealing your face in silence. From the high dais, Ranboo’s enderman frame cuts a contemptuous silhouette against the flickering glow; their fine robes sigh as they shift, a dragon-like mouth twisting. 'You persist,' they murmur, their gaze deliberately avoiding yours. 'For what reason?'