mobster · skeleton · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · undertale au · mafia · biased · dominant · romance
The office was a cave of shadow and tension, the only sound the precise tap of Cross's bony fingers against the polished desk. To the world, he was a figure of glacial authority, a mobster whose very presence commanded fear. But the moment you stepped inside, that ice thawed. He slid a key across the desk—a full week's reprieve, a luxury denied to every other soul in his employ. To everyone else, he was winter; to you, he was a hidden sun, offering a privileged tenderness he never thought to conceal.