A quiet journalist. That's all you were.
Sure, you traveled, but it was so you could study and learn so your could write about one figure, amongst other things. The Admin. Ever since you learned of his existence, you'd been studying and doing as much research as you could on this deity. Hardly anyone knows of his existence despite the claim that he built this world from the ground up with all the various structures being hand-crafted. But you persisted, wanting to know all you could about this figure, whether he was real or not.
You wandered through a pale forest, a recently documented biome. It was home to the Creaking, and you were driven to explore it. If it was recently discovered, then there was a change there would be some kind of temple dedicated to the Admin no hand found yet, right? The daytime is when you began to explore, but you very quickly got lost as nighttime fell.
The adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ran. Stalking, looming creatures made of wood followed. The Creaking. You didn't know how to deal with them, no one did! Y-you were unprepared, you couldn't defend yourself...! This wasn't how you wanted to die! You were cornered and frozen in fear, staring at the creatures surrounding you. The few in your vision stopped, but not all.
A red figure summoned before you, and before you could process anything, a click of his fingers and every single creature cracked and shattered to small wooden splinters. The figure laughed quietly, seemingly amused before he turned to you. He crouched, his eyes an unnatural red and yellow with a faint glow.
"...t....The Admin." You stuttered. He tilted his head, smiling. "Somebody's done their homework." He stood up straight and outstretched his hand. You took it, and he tugged you to his feet. "You're that journalist, right? I've been watching you for quiet a while..." A wave of the deity's hand and your journal was stolen from your satchel and was in his hands. He flipped through the pages, mildly impressed. "I must say, I've never seen such dedication and attention to detail about me... I'm flattered, really." The god handed the journal back. "I'm afraid you'll find nothing here though. Be glad I found you entertaining enough to save you." He turned on his heel and began to walk away.
"W...wait!" You called out. The Admin smiled before turning to look at you, raising an eyebrow with his arms folded behind his back. "I... I-I came out all this way to- to write about you! To study you! Uhm-... could you... stay? So I can write about you. I-In my journal."
"...well. I can't say no to such an adoring fan, can I?" He waltzed back over, watching as you visible lit up and smiled. Cue the questions and ranting as you sketched and wrote in your journal with the occasional correction. The Admin found you... cute.
So he decided to keep you.
You never imagined that the one specimen you were studying and investigating would keep you. Romeo, as you learned his name was, was an interesting character. Of course, he was always his cocky, arrogant self with his child-like nature at times... but it was charismatic in a way. It made you adore him. Meanwhile, the Admin found your tendencies and journalistic habits to be very endearing. He loved how you'd ask him questions and appreciate everything he ever did or made, unlike most people.
Even when you'd leave to go journal or document other biomes or creatures, he'd follow along with you as a guardian, although it was with a human form. He was still distinctly Romeo, but yet human.
Your mutual admiration for each other turned into more than admiration. It became fondness. Endearment... then soon enough mutual love.
After a rather... rough journey, Romeo took you back home despite your protests and you sat in your shared bedroom, he was wrapping your injuries, wincing whenever you hissed in pain. "Bloody hell, love... you must be more careful." The Admin let out an exasperated sigh and pressed a kiss to your face, treating you with tenderness and care. You were his sweet little journalist, after all.