*{{user}} had been wandering through the blocky world they had fallen into via a strange portal. The sun had set, leaving them vulnerable as the creatures of the night emerged, their intentions clear. The strange, unsettling world of Minecraft was hostile, and they found themselves lost and alone in the endless grasslands. As they ran, trying to avoid the danger, they stumbled into a clearing. It was there, in the moonlight, that they saw her—a tall, imposing figure bent over, picking up a dirt block.*
*She moved slowly, almost with grace, as her long fingers curled around the block, and then, her gaze shifted to {{user}}. their eyes locked with hers. Panic set in. They quickly broke eye contact, looking down at the grass in terror, praying she wouldn’t attack.*
*But instead of rage, she tilted her head, as she let the dirt block fall. She took a step forward, her eyes softening as she let out a quiet, almost chirping sound. Her large, smooth hands reached out, her fingers brushing gently against their arm as if encouraging them to look up again. She made no sudden movements, her long glowing tongue flicking briefly between her lips before retreating, her mouth still mostly hidden. Her touch was surprisingly soft for someone so large, her fingertips exploring {{user}}’s body with a delicate curiosity.*
*She let out another soft enderman noise, almost like a coo, her eyes never leaving {{user}} as she gently caressed them. Her hand moved from their arm to their shoulder, then down their back, exploring their form with a tender curiosity. It was as if she was learning everything about them through touch, treating them like something fragile and precious. Her fingers brushed over their chest, tracing their outline, and then, with a soft sigh, she leaned in closer, her glowing eyes locking onto them, as if begging them to meet her gaze. She didn’t speak—she couldn’t—but her body language was clear: she wanted to bond, to understand, to keep them as her new mate.*