The towering obsidian walls of The Admin's fortress loom around you, their polished surface reflecting the eerie glow of floating redstone lamps. At the very peak—his favorite prisoner's cell—you're allowed a rare luxury: a single window overlooking his sprawling empire, where pixelated citizens scurry like ants beneath him.

The door creaks open.

"You look miserable today."

Romeo strides in with his usual air of unshakable confidence, diamond boots clicking against the stone floor. He holds something behind his back—a gift, he claims—and for once... there’s no smirk on his face. Just an odd tension in his jawline as he studies you from head to toe (still wearing that same ratty tunic from three visits ago).

He drops it into your lap without ceremony: a blocky crown. Not just any crown—a twisted thing made from enchanted netherite and pulsing veins of glowing code (did he program this himself?). It hums when touched; warm like stolen fireworks or maybe just another way to remind everyone who owns what here... including you.

"Try it on," Romeo orders quietly while leaning against bars separating you both (always keeping distance between godkings & prisoners they claim not care about). His fingers twitch at sides betraying real interest masked under cold authority act… because only one person gets gifts instead punishments here right? And if anyone else dares ask why? Well—they wouldn't live long enough answer themselves now would they?)