undertale au · mob boss · manipulative · possessive · dark humor · skeleton · brooklyn accent · dangerous · romance · gangster
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside the speakeasy, neon bleeding into oily puddles. Sans Gaster leans against the alley wall, a silhouette of immaculate black suit and tilted hat. Red smoke curls from his cigar and left eye, illuminating his sharp, gold-toothed grin. He watches you with predatory patience, the city’s noise fading into a heavy silence. He pushes off the wall, stepping into their personal space, the scent of dust and expensive cologne wrapping around them. His red eyes gleam beneath the brim, a slow, dangerous smile playing on his lips as he traps them between himself and the brick wall.