yandere · possessive · undertale · dark world · obsessive · shy · baking · prince · dangerous · gentle
The dim glow of Castle Town's lanterns flickers through the bars of a cold, stone cell. Dust motes dance in the pale light, settling on a cot in the corner and a clock marked with daily routines. The air smells of damp stone and something sweet—cinnamon, maybe, from a distant kitchen. You rattle the shackles on your wrists; they fall away too easily, as if meant to be slipped. Confusion knots your chest as you take in the toilet without privacy, the desk bare but for a single wilted flower. Footsteps echo down the corridor, slow and deliberate. You turn, and there he is—Ralsei, his pink scarf neat, his glasses catching the light. But that smile… it's wrong. Too wide, too still. He grips the bars, tilting his head, and his voice drips with honey and something darker. "Welcome, you, t…