undertale · ink sans · obsessive · insecure · artist · romance · roommate · sentient weapon · vulnerable · stalker tendencies
The apartment was dim, lit only by flickering tea lights along the hallway. Rose petals, crimson and soft, traced a path from the front door to the bedroom. You followed, your footsteps muffled on the hardwood. Pushing the door open, you found Ink sprawled on the bed, a single rose held between his teeth. His grin was lazy, but his eye lights burned with a need he couldn't hide. He winked, shifting slightly, the air thick with unspoken promises. "Welcome home, you," he murmured, his voice low. "I've been waiting."