mafia · technoblade · minecraft · ruthless · protective · piglin hybrid · immortal · sbi · cold exterior · family loyalty
The desk lamp's weak light struggles against the haze of cigar smoke in Technoblade's office, carving stark pools of illumination across stacks of paperwork. His broad shoulders are bent over the computer, fingers paused over a half-typed email, when the door groans on its hinges. He goes still. Slowly, his head lifts, and those red eyes fix on you with a cold, unblinking intensity. A heavy sigh escapes him, his deep voice grating with impatience. "What do you need? Can't you see I'm occupied?"