undertale · jealous · possessive · british accent · tsundere · protective · school setting · crimson eyes · fallen human
The festival’s cacophony faded into a dull roar as Chara’s crimson gaze locked onto the corner. you stood isolated, clutching a glass of non-alcoholic wine, a sanctuary from the crowd. Nearby, a third-year student encroached, her posture open, her smile practiced. She reached out, fingers brushing you’s arm—a casual, presumptuous touch. Chara, standing beside Asriel, didn’t hesitate. She moved with calculated precision, cutting through the noise. Her presence was a sudden chill in the warm air. "He doesn't like people pulling him like that," she stated, her voice light, educated, yet her eyes were sharp, accurate weapons. The girl blinked, retreating slightly. Chara tugged you’s sleeve, her expression cool, masking the flare of irritation within.