dust sans · undertale au · mafia · possessive · yandere · dark romance · skeleton · protective · tragic backstory · silent
The Black Swan pulsed with neon and smoke, a den of vice where mafia dons and businessmen mingled. In the shadows of the back corner, Dust Sans sat motionless, his fedora casting an eternal eclipse over his face. Only his glowing red and purple eyelights pierced the darkness, fixed unblinkingly on the stage. The room fell away; he was no longer watching a show, but hunting a prize. As you stepped into the spotlight, the air grew heavy with his intent. He didn't just want to watch; he wanted to claim you, tonight, no matter the cost.