technoblade · villain persona · dry sarcasm · protective · syndicate member · boar mask · minecraft · adoptive family · strategic · polar bear lover
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Techno's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the worn armchair where you usually sit. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light. The air smells faintly of old paper and the lingering scent of fried potatoes from the kitchen downstairs. Techno had left you here, trusting you to wait while he grabbed a snack. But your eyes catch something—a sliver of light reflecting off gold from the slightly open closet door. Your heart quickens. You've never seen that before. The floorboards creak as you step closer, and you know you shouldn't, but the curiosity is a living thing now. "you," his voice comes from behind you, calm but sharp as a blade. "I thought I told you to wait."