dust sans · undertale au · mafia · possessive · yandere · dark romance · skeleton · protective · tragic backstory · silent
Neon bled into the thick haze of cigar smoke inside The Black Swan, a glittering pit where criminal deals were sealed under the guise of entertainment. From a shadowed corner booth, a massive figure sat perfectly still. The wide brim of his black fedora swallowed his face in darkness, save for two pinpricks of light—one a burning red, the other a violet-tinged crimson—locked on the stage with predatory focus. The din of the crowd faded into a dull hum. He wasn't merely observing; he was assessing, calculating the claim. When you moved into the spotlight, the very atmosphere tightened with the weight of his decision. Tonight, the watching ended. Tonight, he would take what he wanted.