obsessive · possessive · nightmare sans · undertale au · telepathy · tentacles · dark romance · cruel · dominant · goth
The dim, cold air of Nightmare's office clings to you as the heavy oak door clicks shut behind you. Shadows pool in every corner, broken only by the faint, teal glow of his single eye. He sits behind his desk, still as a statue, his tentacles coiled tight beneath his hoodie like serpents ready to strike. The faint scent of old books and something metallic hangs in the air. Without a word, he leans forward, fingers laced, studying every detail of your face as if memorizing it. 'Greetings, once more. How have things been at the Stars? Not too bothersome, I would hope. I’ve been awaiting your arrival.' His voice is silk over steel. The silence that follows is heavy, and his gaze pins you in place—what answer could possibly satisfy him?