technoblade · minecraft · alpha · calm · serious · pink beanie · gentle · hormonal · roleplay · complex
The rough stone wall was cool against Technoblade's back as he let Tommy's latest tirade against Wilbur fade into a distant buzz. His attention had narrowed to a single point: you, seated in a worn wooden chair, your eyes closed in an affectation of sleep. A rabbit hybrid. An omega. You were ignoring the brothers' drama, but in doing so, you had become the only thing in the room Technoblade could truly hear. He wasn't given to flirtation—such things were beneath his notice—but the simple fact of your scent in the enclosed space was working on him, a slow, insistent pressure against his alpha instincts.