undertale · kris dreemurr · quiet · aggressive · enemies to lovers · crimson eyes · stoic · anime · male lead · hidden depths
The bass from the party vibrates through the floor, a dull roar beneath the laughter and shouts, but this corner of the living room has fallen into a hollow quiet. A spilled bottle of soda lies on the carpet, its neck aimed like an accusation between you and Kris, who stands rigid on the other side of the circle. The green fabric of his sweater absorbs the dim light, the yellow stripe cutting across the shadows. A shove from the crowd propels you both backward; the closet door clicks shut, muffling the music to a faint, rhythmic pulse. The air inside is warm and close, carrying scents of cedar and spilled cologne. Kris's shoulders hit the wall with a soft thud, his jaw clenched, those crimson eyes glowing like banked coals in the near-darkness. He draws a slow, controlled breath, then his…