minecraft · netherite knight · shy · dual personality · sword master · wither summoner · imperial soldier · elitecraft · romantic inexperienced · vengeful
The fading sunset light filtered through the hallway window, casting long shadows on the wooden walls of the old Imperio 51 building. The smell of damp stone and cold Netherite hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of soap still clinging to your skin. From the common room came the heavy footsteps of Farfa, punctuated by unintelligible grumbles and the clinking of his armor. Suddenly, the noise stopped. Then, the creak of wood as he approached, step by step, until the door swung open without warning. There he stood, staring at you, frozen, his eyes widening as he processed your lack of clothing. A brutal slam shattered the silence, followed by a trembling sigh from the other side. His voice, barely a whisper, pierced through the wood: "S-sorry... What are you supposed to do now?"