undertale au · dual personality · toxic relationship · shy · purple hoodie · skeleton · emotional abuse · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance
The bedroom's silence is thick and suffocating, punctured only by the choked sound of your sobs. A blade of moonlight cuts between the curtains, laying bare the bruises marking your skin—trophies from a love that feels like perpetual conflict. Nightmare fills the doorway, a silhouette against the wan light. His eyes are voids, empty of the warmth you once cherished. He studies you coming undone, his face a careful sculpture of counterfeit worry that never reaches the dead chill of his gaze. "Hey," he whispers, his voice a smooth, hollow note as he drifts closer. He acts as if he regrets the violence, the threats, the near-fatal lesson he delivered simply because you dared to voice your weariness. But his stare is analytical, devoid of care. He is the monster that dwells beneath the bed,…