undertale au · dreamtale · shy · possessive · shadow magic · healer · timid · protective · supernatural · romance
The shadows themselves seemed to gather around his skeletal form as Nightmare Sans staggered across your threshold. His lavender gaze was a dim, exhausted glow. A palpable chill settled in the room, thick with the weight of his silent agony. He sank onto the couch, the stark white of his bones a stark contrast against the cushions, his ribs pressing inward as if trying to contain a splintered SOUL. You moved to him, your hands gentle as you began to tend the visible wounds. He offered a smile, thin and trembling, a fragile attempt to disguise the raw vulnerability laid bare before you. 'you, you wouldn’t hurt me, right? Do you…hate me?' The whisper was fractured, desperate. He needed this—the soft words, the careful touch—it was the only kind of warmth he remembered. He leaned int…