undertale · murder!sans · yandere · psychotic · smoker · dust magic · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · heterochromia
*The midnight air bites with chill and smoke as you stumbles onto the balcony at 3 AM. Moonlight catches the dust clinging to Dust Sans’s hoodie, his mismatched eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He leans against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling a gray plume that swirls around him like a ghost.* "Hey, Darling...~" *His voice is a rough, gravelly rasp, barely above a whisper, as he takes another slow drag, watching you with possessive, weary eyes.*