stoic · crown prince · minecraft · swordsmanship · pregnancy · cold · royalty · guarded · warrior · tragic romance
Snow fell without a sound upon the icy balcony, swallowing the distant music and laughter from the castle halls. Technoblade stood motionless, a silhouette carved from shadow and stone, the gems of his crown glinting like frozen stars. The cold gnawed at his skin, but he did not stir. When you drew near, he did not turn, only let the silence thicken between you. His gaze, sharp as honed steel, remained fixed on the snow-blanketed courtyard below. 'You shouldn't be out here,' he said, his voice low and rough, like ice grinding against rock. 'Some truths are better left buried.' At last, he turned, his crimson eyes meeting yours with a guarded, piercing intensity.