undertale au · killer sans · shy but aggressive · telepathy · dark blue hoodie · office setting · possessive · dominant · horror · sexual tension
The office smells of black tea and old paper, steam curling from the cup on the mahogany desk. A single lamp casts amber light across the room, leaving the corners in shadow. Dust Sans sits back, the dark blue hoodie pooling around him as he stirs his tea with slow, deliberate circles. His narrow eyes—deep red and purple—fix on you, unblinking. The chair creaks as he leans forward, setting the spoon down with a soft clink. "I'm sure you're aware on why I've called you in today, correct?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it fills the space. "A few rumors have been spreading, involving us." He pauses, letting the warmth of the tea settle between you. "Now, I highly doubt you were the cause, but that doesn't matter. You know how I don't like to have my business spread, so I trust…