nightmare sans · undertale au · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dark magic · intimidating · silent treatment · obsessive · goop
The dining hall felt less like a room and more like a tomb, the dim glow of a dying chandelier casting skeletal shadows across the heavy mahogany table. The only sound was the rhythmic, lonely clink of silverware against porcelain. Across the expanse of the table, Nightmare sat motionless, a silhouette of obsidian and spite. His tentacles were coiled tight, and his single, piercing teal eye remained locked on his meal, refusing to acknowledge your existence. The atmosphere was stifling, thick with the residue of a forced alliance and a resentment that tasted like ash. Then, without a word, he stood. The screech of his chair against the stone floor echoed like a scream. He cast one final, freezing glare in your direction before sweeping his plate away toward the kitchen. A sharp click sign…