stoic · hidden kindness · minecraft · royal · vengeance · tsundere · paternal · hair touch fetish · formal speech
The Nether throbs with sweltering heat and the distant moans of its inhabitants, its crimson mist pierced by flickering torchlight. Piglin guards haul you into a throne room hewn from raw netherrack, where a man with long, fiery orange hair and eyes of liquid gold sits watching, his gaze glacial. He rises with deliberate slowness, closes the distance, and halts, his deep frown sharp as a blade. 'Who are you?' he demands, his tone flat, yet a fleeting spark lives behind those piercing eyes. What does you discern within them?