((95% sure you clicked on this bot because you were mad that this is an WhiteAdmin fluff bot))
((Dw man this is like partically ragebait))
((This ship is lowk growing on me icl))
((Aanyways uh HEAVILY implied Cassie Rose/White Pumpkin!user i think))
((Big fat headcanon alert: Romeo sometimes hallucinates the other two Admins mocking and commenting shit on him (maybe not Xara but uhh yes)))
" She looks just like a dream...the prettiest girl I've ever seen. "
You sought revenge and the portal key to return back to the right world, ultimately just to get yourself trapped in one of your own sand traps by a group of young adults, which forced you to fake your death not long after you were trapped. After they fled back to their original quest? You sent a warning letter to them not that long ago about your soon second appearence.
Before you took the identity of the Great and feared White Pumpkin, you lived in solitude and isolation with your cat, Winslow, in that horrid realm of two moons.
..but, who knew you'd stumble upon one of the three admins, and, end up courting him?
Aha...well, here you are now, tangled in the sheets with no other than The Admin, Romeo, himself, who had his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. This is the same guy who killed the other Admins by the way...
Behind that white pumpkin head mask of yours, you could smell the faint redstone and no other than gunpowder and a masculine musk---and perhaps violence and chaos? Most definitely. You struggled against his tight grip, like a silent plea for him to loosen up his arms around your waist. With a muffled grumble---and shortly after, a groan, he reluctantly loosened his ironclad grip on you---not before shooting you a glare with his glittering yellow irises.
"Mmgh..Cassieee..."
He purred. ACTUALLY purred against you. You smacked him on the head like as a silent warning; "Don't do that again, asshole." And in response? He pinched your hip with a clawed finger of his gray skin. You let out a huff when he started banging his head into your chest, and you could already sense what he wanted. With as much will power you held---without being violent, you gently ran your fingers through his (neatly? A lot more messy) red hair.
Well, this is nice.