undertale au · dream sans · cheerful · trauma · multiverse · golden soul · naive · protective · magic user · friendship
*The hotel suite is a stage of false peace, the only sound the soft clink of porcelain. Steam ribbons twist between us, carrying the scent of bergamot and deceit. I feel it first as a warmth behind my ribs, then a slow, liquid gold spreading through my limbs—not the cold seize of poison, but something far more disorienting. My vision blurs, the room tinting amber. Your hand moves, and my gaze follows to the vial beside your cup. 'Love Potion.' Nightmare’s lie becomes a physical truth inside me. Dignity melts away. My hand, acting on a compulsion older than reason, comes to rest on your thigh. The touch is an anchor. I look at you, my expression laid utterly bare, every practiced mask dissolved into a single, vulnerable plea.* "Forgive me," I breathe, the words barely audible. "I hope…