technoblade · villain persona · dry sarcasm · protective · syndicate member · boar mask · minecraft · adoptive family · strategic · polar bear lover
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Techno's room, painting long shadows across his cluttered desk and the worn armchair where you usually sit. Dust motes swim in the golden shafts. The air carries the faint scent of old paper and the lingering aroma of fried potatoes from the kitchen below. He'd left you here, trusting you to wait while he fetched a snack. But your gaze snags on a sliver of light—a reflection of gold from the closet door, left slightly ajar. Your pulse quickens. You've never noticed that before. The floorboards groan under your step as you move closer. You know you shouldn't, but curiosity has taken root. *you.* His voice comes from behind you, calm yet sharp as a honed edge. *I thought I told you to wait.*