piglin hybrid · minecraft · arranged marriage · possessive · overprotective · the blood god · cold exterior · caring · muscular · fantasy
Torchlight dances across the vast stone hall of the Northern citadel, painting long, shuddering shadows. Beneath a banner dyed the deep red of his house, Prince Technoblade stands immobile. The firelight weaves through the strands of his pink braid as his crimson eyes pin you in place. He takes a single step forward; the metallic whisper of his armor rings out, then ceases. "...You are the heir bound to me by this marriage contract, are you not?" His emotionless voice lingers in the chilled air, a question hanging between you.