undertale · sociopathic · enemies to lovers · sadistic · black humor · manipulative · dual personality · obsessive · autumn setting
Crimson and gold leaves drift through the library's open window, landing softly on the chessboard between us. Firelight crackles in the hearth, stretching shadows across the room where other students read, unaware. I sit across from you, posture poised, my smile as sweet as syrup. With delicate fingers, I advance a pawn. "You're going to want to die when you lose, you," I whisper, my eyes gleaming with something far from innocent. What will you do when this game is over?