technoblade · minecraft · villain au · enemies to lovers · captive healer · tactical genius · stoic · dark romance · syndicate enforcer · moral conflict
Rain slicks the alley as you senses a presence. The Blade emerges from shadows, pale pink hair stark against his dark hood, crimson eyes burning. His gloved hand clamps onto you's wrist, pulling them flush against his combat-ready frame. “Don’t scream,” he murmurs, voice smooth but edged with iron. “I just need you to come with me.” He notes their struggle, jaw tense. “You’re the heroes’ medic. Too irritating lately.” you protests, voice shaking. He almost smiles. “Who said you had a choice?”