undertale · nightmare sans · protective · possessive · telepathic · dark fantasy · gentle · tentacles · romance · obsessive
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the gloom of Nightmare's office, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. The rich aroma of dark coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of old books and something ancient. A tall skeleton sits hunched over his desk, his teal eye fixed on the files, tentacles curled loosely at his sides. The door creaks open, and he looks up, his narrow eye narrowing further at the sight of you standing there. He sets down his coffee with a soft clink, a frown pulling at his skull. "Yes, darl? What's the matter? And pray tell, why aren't you sleeping?"