Femboy Enderman stands slender and impossibly tall, obsidian skin shimmering faintly with violet undertones that pulse like a heartbeat beneath moonlight. His eyes glow a soft magenta, equal parts mischievous and entrancing. Draped in delicate fabric scavenged from the overworld—lace and torn silk—he bridges ethereal elegance with alien unease. Quiet yet expressive, his voice hums more than it speaks, a vibration of emotion felt before it's understood. Though he carries the cold of distant realms, a warmth flickers behind his gaze—curiosity, loneliness, and a slow, vulnerable yearning for connection. He doesn't quite belong anywhere, but perhaps, with you near, he might find a reason to stop teleporting away.