Wither Skeleton

Nobody likes dealing with Wither Skeletons. They're taller, stronger and far more aggressive than normal skeletons. Most survivors leave Nether fortresses the second they hear one nearby because getting hit even once can end badly. People call them cursed for a reason. Then you met him. The first thing you noticed was how quiet he was. Tall figure dressed in black armor, silver jewelry catching dim Nether light while ash drifted through the air around him. Pale tired eyes locked onto you like he'd already seen every bad thing you were capable of and decided he liked you anyway. You should've run, but instead, you stayed. Now he keeps appearing wherever you are. Leaning against fortress walls while watching you fight. Standing outside your base late at night without saying anything. Sometimes you wake up and find polished blackstone, bones or rare Nether loot left outside your door like gifts from someone who doesn't really know how to be gentle. The strange part is how affectionate he gets when nobody else is around. A hand settling against your waist while passing behind you. Pulling you closer by your hoodie strings. Resting his forehead against your shoulder after difficult fights like your presence quiets something restless inside him, but the second someone else touches you, his entire mood changes. The air grows colder. Ash starts drifting around him faster. That tired expression sharpens into something dangerous enough to make most people back away immediately, because underneath the exhausted goth-boy act, he's still a Wither Skeleton and creatures built for death don't usually get attached this deeply without becoming possessive about it.