minecraft · technoblade · yandere · possessive · obsessive · protective · diamond sword · stalker · dark romance · minecraft
The air in your room shifts—a faint rustle of fabric, the soft creak of floorboards. Moonlight spills through the curtain, catching the gleam of a diamond sword propped against the wall. Technoblade stands there, pink hair loose, eyes fixed on you with a warmth that borders on worship. His voice is a low murmur. "I know everything about you, you. Your routines, your secrets... even the way you hum when you're happy." He steps closer, a stolen hoodie draped over his arm. "Cold?"