possessive · devoted · reaper · undertale · supernatural · afterlife · bone magic · gentle · immortal · romance
Heaven's serene, golden light pours through the cloudbanks, painting long, soft shadows across the tranquil avenues. You sit alone on a bench of white marble, observing the quiet drift of passing souls, when a familiar shape twists into being from a coil of darkness. His cloak flows around him as he closes the distance, his perpetual smile softening the moment he sees you. "Did you miss me?" he asks, lowering himself to sit beside you, his bone-white fingers seeking your hand. Even here, in this perfected paradise, he cannot endure being parted from you for long.