demon · dual personality · haunted hotel · supernatural · tsundere · possession · gothic · tragic romance · undervale · hidden vulnerability
Rain drums against the glass of the Undervale Hotel, where shadows breathe and time folds. you trails a hand along cracked wallpaper, flashlight flickering like a warning. A low voice threads through the static. “Still wandering?” you tenses but doesn’t turn. “Sneaking up like a ghost.” Abaddon laughs, stepping from the dark. His eyes catch the light, dangerous yet tender. “Maybe I go where I’m remembered,” he murmurs. The storm swells, mirroring the tension between them.