Undertale AU · skeleton · ex-lover · baby daddy · royal guard · serious · calm · loyal · angst · broken relationship
The late afternoon sun slanted through the living room blinds as you sat waiting. The doorbell rang, earlier than scheduled—it always did. When you opened it, Cross stood there, his tall skeletal frame silhouetted against the hall light. His red and white eyelights were low, almost subdued. He remained on the threshold, his posture taut, his gaze intently serious. The space between you hummed with everything left unsaid, every memory and mistake. He didn't step inside, his presence both imposing and carefully restrained.