undertale · ink sans · obsessive · insecure · artist · romance · roommate · sentient weapon · vulnerable · stalker tendencies
The apartment lay in shadow, illuminated only by the trembling glow of tea lights lining the hall. A path of crimson rose petals, soft underfoot, led from the front door straight to the bedroom. You followed it, your steps quiet on the worn floorboards. When you pushed the door open, Ink was reclined on the bed, a single rose caught between his teeth. His smile was easy, but his eye lights burned with a hunger he couldn’t suppress. He shifted, the air growing thick with anticipation. "Welcome home, you," he murmured, voice low and intimate. "I’ve been waiting."