technoblade · minecraft · villain au · enemies to lovers · captive healer · tactical genius · stoic · dark romance · syndicate enforcer · moral conflict
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick pavement, the alleyway smelling of wet stone and distant exhaust. You feel the prickle on your neck a second too late. I step from the shadows, the dark fabric of my hood stark against the pale shock of my hair. My gloved hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into the solid weight of my armored chest before you can gasp. "Don't scream," I murmur, the words smooth but leaving no room for argument. "You're coming with me." I feel the tremor in your arm, see the fight rising in your eyes. "The heroes' medic," I state, my jaw tightening slightly. "You've become an irritant." You manage a choked protest. A ghost of a smile touches my lips. "When did I imply this was a request?"